TWO WEEK LATER.
A matte black Lamborghini Huracan glided to a sleek stop at the entrance of Lucky's company, its powerful engine purring with restrained strength. From within emerged a figure of undeniable sophistication, clad in a meticulously tailored black suit that hugged his form with bespoke precision. His polished black shoes clicked against the pavement as he stepped out with the poise of a monarch, the golden glint of his wristwatch catching the eye like a beacon of luxury amidst the darkness of his attire.
He stood at the entrance of the company with an air of regal confidence, commanding attention with every poised movement. A subtle smirk played at the corners of his lips, hinting at a confidence that bordered on arrogance. His impeccably styled hair, meticulously shaped and combed, spoke volumes about his attention to detail and self-assurance. Every aspect of his demeanor exuded an aura of perfection, from the crisp lines of his attire to the effortless grace of his posture.
As he strode through the entrance, the heavy doors swung open effortlessly, yielding to his presence without hesitation. Two imposing guards stood at attention, their rigid stances a testament to their readiness to serve. Every eye in the vicinity turned towards him, drawn by an invisible force to the figure that commanded attention without uttering a word. It was as though time itself paused in deference to his arrival, with every living being in the vicinity halting their activities to witness his entrance, as if encountering a celestial being for the first time.
The man smirked as he surveyed the reception area, his discerning gaze taking in every detail.
"Hmm, he tried, but it's not up to my taste. The color should have been darker," he muttered to himself, his tone dismissive. "And he'll be boasting he's perfect. Mtcheeew." With an air of superiority, he proceeded to walk towards the elevator, oblivious to the curious stares of those around him. From his demeanor alone, it was clear he was someone not to be trifled with.
As he reached out to press the elevator button, a voice halted his movement.
"Please, sir, who are you? And what do you want?" Ella's tone was direct and unwavering.
"And who are you," he countered, his voice thick with authority, "to ask me that?" His smile vanished, replaced by a steely gaze.
"Sir, I am the receptionist here, and with all due respect, please tell us your purpose so we can direct you accordingly. You can't simply walk in without a valid reason."
"Hmm, 'Without a reasonable reason,' what a line. I admire your confidence in approaching me, but let me advise you. If you value your well-being, I suggest you sit back and mind your own business. Leave this matter to me and your boss, because if any of you irritate me, it will end in disaster," he warned before pressing the elevator button. Then, Ella spoke up again.
"Sir don't let me call the security on you, please respect yourself and leave" she spoke again and this time he didn't even listen and what Ella did next mm...
With force, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back, her tone firm. "I told you to respect yourself. Security!" she yelled, but the man seemed unfazed. Instead, he appeared repulsed by her touch, as if it were the most disgusting thing he had ever experienced. He closed his eyes momentarily, attempting to regain his composure.
Security came running at Ella's scream, and onlookers wondered what was wrong with the man, his reaction perplexing them.
"Sir, please, you have to leave now. You are not welcome here," one of the security personnel asserted, motioning for him to depart. That's when the problem began.
"I told you not to make me angry. If you guys love yourselves, leave now and mind your business," his voice growled provocatively as he gave the security a dead stare.
"Sir, this is our business, and we won't allow you to go in without any invitation or reasonable reason to see our boss. So please leave," another security guard insisted firmly.
"If anyone tries to stop me again, you should be ready to call an ambulance," he warned sternly. But just as he was about to press the elevator button once more, he felt a sharp blow on his head.
PROBLEM!!!