The iconic Galon award show building, a grandiose structure with a sleek, modern design, stands tall on the bustling streets of country X. The exterior is adorned with a lavish red carpet, stretching from the entrance to the sidewalk, where a sea of eager cameramen, journalists, and fans await the arrival of the stars.
A sprawling canopy, emblazoned with the award show's logo, covers the red carpet, providing shade for the celebrities as they make their way into the building. Towering palm trees and meticulously manicured hedges line the perimeter, adding a touch of glamour to the already-electric atmosphere.
Cameramen and journalists from various media outlets swarm the area, each vying for the perfect shot or exclusive quote. They stand behind a velvet rope, which separates them from the red carpet, their lenses and microphones at the ready.
To the side, a designated press area is set up, complete with a step-and-repeat backdrop, where celebrities can pose for photos and answer questions from the press. The air is thick with anticipation as the crowd waits for the famous billionaire Alex Grande to arrive, their cameras and questions at the ready.
The fans waited with bated breath for the arrival of Alex Grande, the dashing CEO of Grande groups known for his chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and chiseled jawline. His dark hair was always perfectly styled, and his tailored suits accentuated his broad shoulders and confident stride. Even though he was known to be a heartless billionaire people still loved him because of his charms. His eyes alone could cast a spell on you and make you go crazy.
A few hours later, a convoy of five tinted Rolls-Royces pulled up to the red carpet, their arrival heralded by the emergence of ten burly bodyguards. One of them stepped forward to open the door for their boss, who was about to make a grand entrance.
A tall, fit, and slender figure emerged, commanding attention in a tailored black tuxedo suit, complete with sleek latest-man shoes and a gleaming gold wristwatch adorning his wrist. His perfectly coiffed hair framed his chiseled features, while his moderate muscles subtly flexed beneath the suit's fabric. Despite the absence of a smile, his lips seemed to hint at a mysterious allure, leaving onlookers wondering why he didn't smile, yet too intimidated to ask.
As the tall figure emerged, fans erupted into a frenzy of screams and camera clicks, while cameramen swarmed around, capturing every angle. The bodyguards swiftly formed a protective cordon around their boss, shielding him from the chaos. Amidst the mayhem, one intrepid journalist managed to break through the barrier, eager to catch a quote from the elusive billionaire.
A journalist approached Mr. Alex, microphone in hand, and asked, 'Mr. Alex, are you thrilled to be back at the Galon Awards Show?'
With a hint of a smile, he replied, 'I am.'
Do you think you'll take home the award for Best Enterprise Strategies this year?' she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Pressed for a comment on his chances of winning the award for Best Enterprise Strategies, he remained tight-lipped, saying only, 'No comment'.
With a warm smile, she asked, 'What message would you like to share with your devoted fans?
He flashed a brief smile before making a swift exit. The crowd erupted into screams and chants of 'We love you, Alex!' as he departed.
As Alex Grande stepped into the grand hall, he was enveloped by the opulent splendor of the prestigious Galon Awards venue. The soaring ceiling, adorned with intricate gold moldings, seemed to stretch up to the stars, while the polished marble floor gleamed like a still lake. Rows of velvet-draped tables, adorned with fine china and crystal glasses, stretched out like a sea of luxury, punctuated by the soft glow of candelabras.
The air was alive with the hum of anticipation, as the cream of the business world's elite mingled, sipped champagne, and waited with bated breath for the ceremony to begin. The stage, set against a backdrop of shimmering silver curtains, beckoned like a promise of glory, its microphone standing at attention like a sentinel.
The moment he was seen,the room fell silent with all eyes fixed on him. His commanding presence and intimidating aura captivated the audience, inspiring a mix of fear and fascination. He reveled in the awestruck expressions, feeding off the energy of the room.
Alex POV
It's satisfying to know that my presence has such a profound impact. The fear in their eyes is intoxicating. I took my designated seat, surrounded by my loyal bodyguards, who formed a protective perimeter around me. With a sense of anticipation, the event commenced.
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"Damn it!" a lady exclaimed.
"What's wrong, Jenny?" Tasha asked, distracted by the TV program she was watching.
"This idiot, Tom, refuses to pay me the money he owes me," Jenny replied, frustrated.
Tasha was only half-listening, her attention captured by the TV. "Oh my god, Alex Grande looks amazing in that suit!" she gushed, sipping her coffee.
Jenny rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Tasha? You're not even listening to me."
Tasha tore her gaze away from the TV. "I am, I am! It's just...Alex Grande is being interviewed, and I can't help it. I love how he talks less and listens more. And have you heard his voice? It's angelic!"
Jenny sighed. "Tasha, it seems like you don't have time for me today."
Tasha apologized, "No, I do! I just get a little carried away when it comes to Alex Grande. You know that."
Jenny smiled wryly. "I know. I'll let you fangirl in peace. I'm going for a walk outside."
Tasha nodded, still gazing at the TV. "Okay, thanks, bestie!" She blew Jenny a kiss as she left the house.