CHAPTER SIX
838 Words
Chapter Six
Eight years later
Nvidia Corporation Headquarters, USA
In the Chairman's office, his secretary stood before him.
“Twenty-eight-year-old Briella Tristan, the current CEO of the Nvidia Corporation branch in London, earned her Bachelor’s degree in Computer Science from Imperial College London, one of the top universities in the UK. She later pursued her Master’s degree in Business Administration (MBA) at the London Business School, specializing in Technology Management and Entrepreneurship. Her specialties include:
Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Machine Learning (ML)
Graphics Processing Unit (GPU) Technology and Architecture
Business Strategy and Leadership
Technology Management and Innovation”
She paused to study the Chairman’s expression, but his face remained unreadable. So she continued.
“Her family background—”
“Stop. That’s enough. I don’t need to know more,” the Chairman’s deep voice cut in sharply.
“But… may I ask why you had me look into her, sir?” Secretary Grace asked carefully, bowing slightly.
“Call a board meeting. I’ll be transferring to our London branch,” the Chairman said coldly.
“What? Yes—yes, sir! I’ll do that right away,” Grace replied quickly, retreating the moment she noticed the Chairman’s piercing glare.
No one dared question him. He was known for his ruthless demeanor, a man whose very presence radiated an icy aura.
Chairman Marcellus Cedric. The most feared man in the United States.
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Cedric Residence
12345 Laurel Creek Drive
Atherton, CA 94027
“What?! You can’t leave—you can’t go! Say something, George!” Miranda Cedric shouted at her husband.
“Is that truly what you want, Marcellus?” George Cedric asked, ignoring his wife’s protests.
“Yes, Father,” Marcellus replied calmly.
“You may go now, son. Your mother and I will discuss it,” George said with a soft smile.
Miranda glared at her husband. “How can you just allow this?!”
“Will you stop shouting, Miranda?” George’s tone sharpened. “We’ve kept him here for ten years. Ten good years! That boy has never asked us for anything. He has always loved London. Can’t you see it? All these years here, he’s made no friends. He’s grown cold, feared by everyone—even his employees. That is not the life I wanted for him. Do you not remember that when we moved to America, we agreed he could remain in London because that’s where he was happiest? Because of his favorite people? He is no longer that bright, joyful boy. Don’t you see it?”
“Well, I’m his mother, and I know what’s best for him!” Miranda argued fiercely.
“You know what’s best?” George’s voice rose, heavy with anger. “By telling Madam Jane to lie about an accident? By blackmailing him into staying here all these years? By cutting off all contact with Briella? That girl and Christopher are the only family he has besides us! If we die tomorrow, who else will he have? You’ve left them worried for years. I kept quiet because Marcellus didn’t complain. But now that he has, I will not hold him back—and neither will you!”
“You didn’t make him stay, so you can’t tell him to leave! I am his mother!” Miranda shot back.
“And I am his father—and the head of this house!” George thundered. He immediately called for his guard. “Prepare everything. Marcellus will leave for London tomorrow.”
Then he sent for his son.
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A few minutes later, Marcellus entered.
“You sent for me, Father.”
“Yes. I’ve spoken to Daniel. You’ll depart tomorrow at noon. He will arrange everything you need. I’ll handle the transfer details. I’ve been waiting for the day you finally told me what you wanted. Have you informed your friends?”
“Thank you, Father,” Marcellus said with a rare smile. “I told Christopher. He’ll pick me up at the airport.”
“And Briella? What of her? Haven’t you told her?” George asked with surprise. He knew how close Marcellus was to her. But before his son could reply, George smirked knowingly.
“Or… are you planning to surprise her?”
“Yes, Father,” Marcellus answered with a smile of his own.
Both men laughed softly.
“Nobody said you two could enjoy yourselves without me,” Miranda’s voice came from the staircase. She descended slowly, her eyes locked on her son.
“Mother,” Marcellus greeted her respectfully.
“Son, please give my regards to my sweet Briella. I’d love to see her again,” Miranda said warmly.
Marcellus hesitated, lost in thought, but said nothing.
“Funny, coming from the woman who stopped him from contacting her,” George muttered with an eye roll.
“Oh, please…” Miranda replied with mock exasperation.
The family’s banter carried on—shouts, laughter, and little arguments blending together—until the evening faded into night.
Light fades.
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✨ End of Chapter Six ✨
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