Chapter 41"Aish, how dare he lay his foolish hands on me? That imbecile has crossed a line," Sam shouted angrily, his face flushed with anger and frustration. His emotions were running high, and he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of such disrespect.As Sam seethed in anger, Lisa, always calculating and one step ahead, approached him and lightly tapped his back, attempting to soothe his intense emotions. Her motives, though masked by a gesture of support, seemed to be driven by ulterior motives."He's biting off more than he can chew," Lisa whispered, her voice dripping with calculated assurance. "Don't let this shake you. We need to handle this situation strategically. Our main goal is to win over the shareholders and secure our positions. Focus on that. Oh, and make sure not to get into any fights with Jessica just yet," she advised, her words laced with a hint of scheming intent. It became clear that Lisa had her own agenda at play, using this chaotic situation to f

Chapter 43Bryan sat at his desk in his dimly lit office, his eyes fixed on the computer screen. The room had an air of tension, thick with the apprehension that had been lingering since yesterday. Betty, his colleague and friend, had been acting unusually nervous, and Bryan couldn't shake the curious curiosity that clawed at him. In a bid to find solace, he had shared his concerns with his therapist, hoping for some clarity and guidance.As his fingers hovered over the phone to call Betty and dig deeper into the enigma, a sharp knock resonated through the stillness of the office. Bryan turned his gaze towards the door, his heart pounding in anticipation. With a sigh, he allowed the intruder to enter, wondering who would dare disrupt his contemplation.To his utter surprise, Jessica - an acquaintance he knew all too well - stepped into his office, her presence instantly igniting a flicker of annoyance within him. Bryan stood up abruptly, his face a mask of anger and disbelief."What a

Chapter 45 Feeling both puzzled and frustrated by his misunderstanding, Betty was taken aback by his suggestion that she needed therapy. Her heart raced with a mix of emotions as she struggled to convey her true feelings to him. "I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. There's no need for therapy," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. His confident smirk only added to her bewilderment. As he persisted, offering to cover the cost of therapy, Betty found herself at a loss for words. Inwardly, she couldn't help but question his perception of her emotional state. Was he truly oblivious to the depth of her feelings for him? Unable to contain her inner monologue, Betty muttered under her breath, unaware that her words carried further than intended. "Why does he think I need therapy? Is he incapable of seeing the love in my eyes? How can he confuse romantic affection with a need for professional help?" The questions swirled in her mind, a jumble

Chapter 47The man attempted to offer an explanation, his words carrying a hint of defensiveness as he sought to justify his actions. "You know all that was said in the heat of the moment," he began, his tone attempting to downplay the gravity of his previous statements. "I said those things to spur you on, to push you to excel. If I hadn't guided you with a firm hand, how could you have become the leader you are today?" His words were laced with a sense of self-assurance, a subtle pride in his own methods and a lack of remorse for the impact they may have had.Despite his attempts at persuasion, the underlying lack of empathy in his tone was unmistakable, his pride overshadowing any semblance of genuine regret. The room hung heavy with unresolved tension, the unspoken expectations and unaddressed grievances lingering between the two figures as they navigated the delicate balance of power and personal dynamics.The room fell into a tense silence as President Asher interjected, his aut

Chapter 49Bryan's emotions flared as he tried to convey his heartfelt desire to visit his late father's grave. "I don't know why you are making all this a big deal," he exclaimed, frustration coloring his words. "All I am trying to say is that I want to visit his grave, give him a flower, and say some words."President Asher, relieved by Bryan's clarification, responded with a gentle smile. "Oh, is that it. I thought you wanted to speak with him, like face to face. Then let's go get the flower first," he suggested, his tone light and understanding. With a renewed sense of purpose, Bryan nodded, starting the engine as they made their way to the mall to pick out a flower for his father's grave.As they arrived at the mall, Bryan and President Asher stepped out of the car, ready to pick out a flower for Bryan's father's grave. President Asher lent a helping hand, guiding Bryan through the selection of flowers."Did you think he would like this?" Bryan inquired, holding up a vibrant bloo