18Eleanor’s expression shifted, a flicker of anger crossing her face. "What do you mean rejected? What happened?"Allvar took a deep breath, still trying to grasp the reality of the situation. "I had an interview for an entry-level position. They were dismissive, rude... I felt like they just wanted to tear me apart. They kept mocking my appearance and belittling my experience."Eleanor's jaw tightened. "I can’t believe this. Who were the interviewers? They have no idea what they’re doing if they treated you like that. This is unacceptable." Her voice had taken on a fierce edge, and Allvar could sense the power radiating from her."It was a panel," Allvar explained. "The man in the center—he acted like I was just wasting his time. He said I didn’t have the grit for the job because I couldn’t afford a decent suit.""That’s outrageous!" Eleanor exclaimed, her eyes blazing. "I will find out who gave that order and severely punish them. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, especial
19They all turned and striding toward them was Eleanor Westwood herself, the CEO of Waterfall Corporation. Her presence was like a storm rolling in—calm, powerful, and intimidating all at once.Marcus froze, the color draining from his face. "Ms. Westwood," he stammered, his confident demeanor faltering. "I—uh—this... This young man was causing a disturbance. I was just handling it."Eleanor’s sharp eyes flicked between Marcus and Allvar. "Causing a disturbance?" Her voice was icy, her gaze settling on Marcus with thinly veiled contempt. "Mr. Falck is here as my guest."Allvar felt a wave of relief wash over him as Eleanor stepped between him and the guards. She looked at Marcus with a steely gaze that could cut through iron. "Tell me, Marcus," she continued, her tone dangerously low, "since when do you have the authority to decide who enters this building? Because last time I checked, that’s my decision."Marcus swallowed, trying to regain his composure. "I... I didn’t realize he wa
20The guards hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. Marcus recoiled, holding up his hands as if to ward them off. "Wait, please! This is all a misunderstanding! You can’t do this to me!""Actually, I can," Eleanor said coldly, turning away from him. "And I just did."Marcus’s protests faded into the background as the guards grabbed him by the arms and began to drag him toward the exit. He struggled for a moment but quickly realized it was futile. His final words were a mix of desperate pleas and angry curses, but no one listened.When the lobby was finally quiet again, Eleanor faced Allvar, her demeanor softening just a fraction. "I’m sorry you had to witness that," she said, her voice much gentler now. "Marcus was out of line, and I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior in this company."Allvar, still processing everything that had just happened, nodded slowly. "Thank you for standing up for me. I didn’t expect...""You didn’t expect to be treated like a human being?" Eleano
21At that moment, Claire refreshed the page on her phone and let out a sharp gasp."Ms. Westwood, the post… it’s gone," she said, holding the phone up for Eleanor to see.Eleanor, who had been pacing furiously, stopped in her tracks. "What do you mean, gone?""The post. It’s been deleted," Claire explained, her voice laced with confusion. "I just checked again, and it’s no longer there."Allvar, who had been standing tensely, let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. "Well, that’s something, at least. But it doesn't explain who’s behind this in the first place."Eleanor narrowed her eyes, taking the phone from Claire to see for herself. Sure enough, the incriminating post had vanished without a trace. "This doesn’t make any sense," she muttered, handing the phone back. "Things don’t just disappear like that unless someone’s pulling strings."Suddenly, Allvar’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, pulling it
Chapter 1: The BetrayalAllvar Falck stood outside the imposing building, nervously adjusting the collar of his plain white shirt. It was the best he could manage, given his limited budget. His hands shook slightly as he ran them through his messy dark hair, trying to calm his nerves. The reflection in the glass door showed a determined but clearly exhausted young man, ready to face yet another challenge.Today’s interview was important, more than he wanted to admit. He was about to graduate from a top college, but no matter how hard he tried, every interview ended in disappointment. He couldn’t figure out what was going wrong.“This is it, Allvar. You can do this,” he whispered to himself in front of the interview room. Straightening his back, he took a deep breath, pushing the anxiety down as the door swung open.A woman in a sharp suit appeared, her face expressionless. “Mr. Falck, they’re ready for you.”Allvar nodded, forcing a polite smile. His heart raced as he entered the col
Chapter 2:Allvar’s world collapsed around him, but his heart wasn’t ready to surrender. His hands clenched into fists, and before he could stop himself, he yelled, “Serena! What the hell is this?”The sound of his voice cut through the room. Serena and the man jerked away from each other, their faces a mix of shock and guilt. Serena’s eyes widened in panic as she scrambled to cover herself with the bedsheet.“Allvar! It’s… it’s not what it looks like,” Serena stammered, her voice shaky, but her eyes flickered with fear. She started to reach out to him, but the man beside her sat up, his face calm and collected, as if he had been expecting this.Allvar’s gaze burned with anger. “Not what it looks like? Are you serious? How could you, Serena?”Serena’s panic quickly shifted to frustration. She glanced at the man beside her before looking back at Allvar, her expression hardening. “Allvar, you don’t understand. You’re never here, always running around with your head in the clouds, thinki
Chapter 3The man laughed, a deep, condescending sound that echoed in the room. "You still don’t get it, do you, Allvar?" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "It’s not about love or loyalty. It’s about power, money. You’re a fool if you think Serena was ever going to stay with a broke dreamer like you."Allvar’s fists clenched tighter, the urge to wipe that smug grin off the man’s face almost overwhelming. "Shut your mouth," Allvar hissed, his voice shaking with rage. "You think money gives you the right to destroy lives?"The man raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Destroy lives? I’m simply offering Serena a better one. Something you clearly can’t provide. It’s not personal, kid, it’s just reality."Serena stood between them, her back to the man, facing Allvar with cold determination. "He’s right, Allvar. You’ve been living in a fantasy, thinking your dreams would magically turn into something real. But this... this is real. He can give me what I need. What I deserve."
Chapter 4Allvar stood frozen on the sidewalk, watching the older man step out of the luxury car. His heart raced as he recognized him, Mr. Lorentz, his neighbor of several years. But how? The man had never been wealthy. In fact, he had always seemed like a regular, unassuming old man living next door. Now, here he was, stepping out of a car that probably cost more than Allvar had ever made in his entire life."Mr. Lorentz?" Allvar's voice cracked, barely believing what he was seeing. "What are you doing here? What’s going on?"To Allvar’s utter shock, Mr. Lorentz walked up to him with a calm but respectful air. The older man bowed slightly, his expression serious but respectful. “Young master,” he greeted him, voice low and steady. “Please, come with me.”Allvar blinked, his head spinning. “Young master?” he repeated, bewildered. “What the hell are you talking about? This—this has to be some kind of joke, right?”The older man straightened, his face unreadable. “I assure you, young