Broderick sat in his office before his underground personal assistant, the short man who always wear white clothes and shoe, Irvin. 

"Make a public announcement that we are erecting a company twice as big as the burnt Alessandro family's company and that interested companies and groups who are willing to apply to bid for a contract in the various works of the building only have forty eight hours to do so," Broderick commanded. 

"Alright, boss," Irvin said and walked away. 

Broderick then relaxed back to his chair for a few seconds after which he picked up his phone and put a call across to Amy, she answered almost immediately. 

"Hi, Mr. Broderick," she greeted. 

"Miss. Cleo, if you aren't too busy, I'll like to invite you over to dinner in my mansion. I'll use that opportunity to introduce you to my six kids. You will like them, I assure you," Broderick s