What About Valeria

The atmosphere was buzzy and disorienting as Noah stepped out of his white Lamborghini, the paparazzi and the crowd blocked his way from going into the company.

Although his guards were active, they quickly made way for him to pass among the crowds who tried to touch him.

The crowd and the paparazzi weren't backing down either, they stood firmly, refusing to let him walk pass them.

Noah saw this and he knew he needed to do something, so he waved his hands signaling for his guards to step back, which they did.

He removed his dark shadse and he attached it to his blazer pocket.

"Please sir, can we ask you a few questions, please?" One of the paparazzi said.

"Sure, you can." Noah replied with a sidewalk smile.

"Thank you Mr Noah for agreeing to our invitation."

"I heard you travelled for five good years. Was it for the company or something else?" the paparazzi asked.

"It was for the company. Now that I'm back, I'm here to take full responsibility for my company," Noah replied.

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