It's been 42 years since Yellow Street, a prominent commercial district, was founded.
The narrative resembles that of a novel, centered around a protagonist who emerges from hardship to develop his modest food stall into a thriving business center, earning respect in the corporate realm of Central Capital.
Nevertheless, the path is fraught with difficulties, and navigating it barefoot is more arduous than it seems.
Lenor Alejandré
In his youth, he had grand aspirations. Despite coming from a low-income background, he dreamed of becoming notable, someone people would remember.
Yet, due to his frail constitution, those around him often sought to pull him down, reminding him that he could never achieve his dreams and that someone like him was destined to remain a peasant forever.
Building a business is not as simple as it sounds. One needs capital, a strategic location, and connections.
However, Lenor lacked all of those essentials.
In spite of the negative comments and disapproving stares, Lenor's determination stayed unwavering. At the age of 14, he began his work at an older neighborhood market. Faced with poverty, he took on whatever odd jobs he could find. His parents had never shown interest in his endeavors or cared for him. His mother was addicted, and his father was a gambler. Growing up in a toxic and discouraging environment, Lenor aspired to be different.
His life changed when he met someone who became his pillar of support and a trusted friend who also emerged from a challenging background. Sharing the same mindset, the man extended his hand, and from that moment on, they walked a shared journey, breaking free from their constraining pasts and attaining recognition in their respective fields.
And thus, years go by, Lenor's hardwork came into fruition. With efforts and working hard, with money earned comes and go, the small business grew into a vast district.
Like the protagonist of the story, Lenor got a hold of something akin to an ink written in the paper.
"And that's why I wanted to find someone to whom I could entrust my business, hoping they would care for my growing children," he reflected.
This expressed his desire for a trustworthy individual to safeguard the business he built through immense effort and dedication from falling into disarray.
"You don't need to worry, I have no intentions of changing what you've established. I really appreciate the shopping district's concept, and I plan to keep everything just as it is. If ever, i wanted it to expand"
Upon hearing Jared's genuine words, the elderly man lying in bed nodded with a smile.
"I'm not sure, but I believe I have finally found the right person" he said, nodding as he gazed at Jared. Lenor struggled to control his wandering thoughts, examining Jared closely. There's an indefinable quality about him that he couldn't identify. The sense of curiosity expanded within him.
Despite his curiosity about the young man, Lenor remained silent, contemplating that perhaps one day, his questions will eventually have its answer.
"You don't have to worry, your business...is safe with me" Jared said with a smile. Despite his youthful charm, Lenor perceived a quality exclusive to distinguished families... professionalism and the presence of an exceptional, well-educated individual could possess.
Lenor didn't delve into deeper curiosity, nor did Jared. They kept their time knowing each other, and time eventually came to pass. Jared bid his farewell and exited, leaving Lenor in his bed, turning his head, staring outside the window.
The door swung open, disclosing a man of similar age. Shell Mendez.
The first friend he had throughout the years. The same person who was with him through thick and thin.
"How's the conversation?" He asked after sitting down beside the bed.
Rather than responding, Lenor merely smiled and kept nodding, presenting a contented reply for Shell. "Looks like you have a fondness for the guy." I'm curious about how reliable he is for you to trust your business with. "It appears that fellow sparked your curiosity and interest." Lenore laughed softly, picked up the water from the side table, and leisurely drank it all. Shell passed him a brown folder. Lenor retrieved it from him and opened the folder, disclosing various business documents fastened together.
"That young man is not just any person," he remarked.
Shell knitted his brow, contemplating how remarkable the young man was.
"Why is that?"
Lenor pressed the pen's top and wrote his name beneath the document. He turned the page and glanced his eyes over each word printed on the sheet.
"I'm not someone who easily places trust in those who come and go." "I look into him, but besides knowing his address, everything else is coded...as if someone is blocking any exposure of his history," he replied promptly, his gaze fixed on the documents, yet his thoughts elsewhere.
"Are you kidding me? Is he a person from an aristocratic family overseas? Or perhaps a wealthy child relishing the experience of being ordinary?"
"I have no idea. However, I'm eager to find out what he will accomplish in the future..." Lenor replied, giving Shell the folder he had signed.
"...or how far will that young man reach"
Leaving the elderly man, Jared headed directly to Delevingne Real Estate. With a Villa in his possession, he required individuals to upkeep the entire property and handle domestic tasks when he is present or away.
And in relation to household tasks, Olivia's face flashed into his thoughts.
"Considering Olivia, I'm certain my words entered one ear and exited the other," he reflected, but he quickly pushed the redundant thoughts aside.
Delevingne Realty.
Jared headed directly to the front desk and requested Cassidy, as she is responsible for showing him around the house. Cassidy, glancing at the documents, brightened her eyes as Jared appeared from behind the door, escorted by one of the agents.
"Mr. Hale"
Jared sat down immediately, "I apologize for interrupting." "I trust I'm not holding up your tasks."
Cassidy shook her head and took a seat. "Don't worry, sir. I'm nearly finished with my task. Is there something I can assist you with? Would you prefer coffee, juice, water, or tea?"
"Coffee. Thank you"
Cassidy got up and moved to the stool to prepare some coffee.
"Could you let me know if your agency offers cleaning services? I need people to manage my home."
Cassidy set a coffee on the table and sat opposite Jared. "Certainly, Mr. Hale." Delevingne offers professional cleaning services if you want them. Simply inform me of the personnel you wish to employ and the salary you are prepared to offer. We can select any people you want to employ"
Jared sipped his coffee, crossed his legs, and rested his hand on his thighs. "I'm primarily in need of a housekeeper, particularly a cook, and possibly a gardener; I believe I might require a butler as well," he remarked while softly sipping his coffee. "And payment isn't an issue," he stated, then noted the exact monthly salary for each service in his home.
Cassidy blinked for a moment and nodded in agreement. She was unable to shake off her amazement. The pay he offered exceeds what they could earn. With the salary amount specified on the document, anyone fortunate enough to enter will see their pay increased by two or three times what they usually earn for a
Two or three months. "I will select the right individuals myself, particularly the butler," she stated assertively.
Butlers are mostly essential to the people he wanted to hire, since they will be the one to keep everything order, and the salary for the butler are way more than they could get for just a month. For Cassidy, this is a challenge, given the monthly salary they typically receive for two or three months, while for Jared, they could simply manage it for one month, along with the benefits they could get. Birthday presents are also part of it.
Generous, very generous.
Cassidy inhaled deeply and responded with confidence and assurance. After discussing all he required, Jared made a special effort to return home.
Prepare his own dinner, enjoy a brief swim, and then go to sleep.