19 Darwin took a moment to consider his response. On one hand, he was growing weary of this girl's baseless accusations and cruel assumptions. But, if he kept arguing, he would be no better than her He felt a mix of feelings inside: anger, shame, but also calmness and smarts He took a calm breath, reminding himself that dignified restraint often proves the most powerful response. A small smile touched his lips as an idea came to him. 'Let's see how you handle this arrogant girl!' he thought. "You're quite right to be skeptical, miss. One should never make expensive purchases on a whim," he said smoothly. "However, before rushing to judgment, perhaps we could have an honest discussion instead of wild speculation." Her smug look faltered slightly at his polite tone. Sensing weakness, he pressed on. "The salesman was simply doing her job by providing information. If money is your concern, you'll be relieved to know I can pay in full whenever I choose." Murmurs arose from the
20 Wiping her eyes, she tried frantically to recall any detail that could redeem the situation. Darwin's estate...what was the address? She wracked her brain, going over their interaction line by line. "The saleswoman said she would deliver the car this evening..." she murmured. "But where? What was the address?!" After several more minutes of futile searching, a glimmer of hope emerged. "Wettin Estate...that was it! But what was the street?" She closed her eyes, visualizing Darwin's stoic expression as he spoke. Then it came to her - "1234 Wettin Lane!" Joy and relief surged through her as she pulled out her phone with trembling fingers. "I must make amends. I must apologize in person!" She typed the address eagerly into the maps app, praying it wasn't too far. But when the location loaded, her heart sank once more. A pop-up warning appeared - "Restricted Area. No Public Access." "No...it can't be!" She stared in dismay, rereading the message several times as if willing
Jim feigned sympathy. "Aww did the wittle baby get his feewings hurt? Gonna go cry to mommy?" He threw an arm around Darwin in a gesture of false comradery, drawing his face close with cruel mirth. "Tell me, when she tucks you into your box tonight, will you weep about the big bad car salesmen who saw through your act?" The gathered men hooted with derision. Darwin's cold stare bored into Jim. For the first time, doubt crept into Jim's mind. Had he finally met his match? No, this man was just like the others, he told himself. But a small voice of reason said to end it before things escalated. As Darwin shrugged off the unwanted touch, Jim searched for something, anything to regain the upper hand. But looking into Darwin's eyes again, he found only quiet resolve, and a threat that unnerved him far more than any raised voice could. "You've had your fun. Now cease wasting my time before I'm forced to take more drastic measures." His quiet threat gave the salesman pause. But Darwin
21 Darwin's body ached as he drove the car down the winding road back to the villa. It had been a long, tiring day - one meant for relaxation but which ended up being far more hectic. All he wanted was to find his friend Nick to get away from it all, but instead he found more trouble. As he drove
22 The next morning, Darwin woke up refreshed and ready to take on his new role as CEO. As he walked into the lobby of the building, he noticed a change; the reception area now hosted a new face, a young woman with a radiant smile. Her name tag read "Amy Adams." "Good morning sir, welcome to West
23 Morphy towered over Darwin, his face a mask of anger. "I asked you a question, boy. What are you doing back here?" he growled, the other directors around them shifting uncomfortably at the palpable tension. Darwin maintained his calm composure, though internally he felt a surge of emotions upon
24 While anger simmered beneath the surface, Darwin knew he must handle the situation judiciously. As the new CEO, losing his composure could undermine his authority in the future. He took a calm breath before replying, "There is no need for threats, Mr. Morphy. I came here seeking understanding, n
25 As the argument between Morphy, Darwin and Jenkins escalated, their raised voices began attracting attention. Employees peeked their heads in, curious about the commotion unfolding in the boardroom. "What do you think all the shouting is about?" asked a woman to her coworker. "Not sure, but