40The days following Allvar's promotion were far from smooth. Resentment simmered beneath the surface, and the tension among his colleagues became palpable. Every time Allvar entered a room, conversations would abruptly stop, and hostile eyes followed his every move.One morning in the break room, the whispers behind him were louder than usual as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t need to turn around to know they were talking about him."Can you believe this?" Jake, one of the more senior employees, muttered to Edgar, his voice low but full of disdain. "Ms. Westwood must’ve completely lost it. There’s no way this kid deserves Marcus's position."Edgar leaned in closer, sneering. "The guy has no clue what he's doing. You think he can handle Marcus's clients? Please. He’ll crack in no time." He shot a look at Allvar, who stood rigidly by the coffee machine.Allvar tightened his grip on the cup. The temptation to turn around and say something was strong, but he forced himself
41The next day came, and Allvar sat in the conference room with the Henley team. As expected, it was a disaster. Every proposal he put forward was met with cold rejection, their questions coming at him like bullets. The tension grew unbearable, thick in the air."Is this the best you’ve got?" Mr. Henley sneered, his fingers drumming on the table as he flipped through the proposal. His face twisted in obvious disdain. "I expected more from Waterfall Corporation. Or maybe Marcus was carrying this company on his back.”Allvar’s jaw clenched. He could feel the heat rising to his face, but he kept his voice steady, determined not to let them see they were getting to him. "This is just a preliminary offer, Mr. Henley. We can discuss adjustments to meet your expectations."Henley leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. The smug smile never left his face. "Adjustments? No, we’re talking about a complete overhaul, Mr. Falck. You clearly don’t understand our business. Or maybe… you just d
42As soon as Ms. Westwood stepped out of Allvar’s office, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved swiftly over the screen as she dialed a number. After a few rings, the call connected.A deep, authoritative voice came through the line. "Westwood.""Mr. Falck," she began, her tone immediately shifting into one of deference. "I wanted to update you. Everything is proceeding according to plan. Your son... he’s handling the pressure better than expected."There was a pause on the other end, and she could almost picture Leonard Falck’s sharp, calculating expression as he listened. "Good. It’s all a test for him. I need to know if he can handle it, if he’s ready.""Yes, sir," Ms. Westwood replied quickly. "He’s proving himself, slowly but surely. The board is starting to take notice. They won’t admit it, but they’re impressed.""Hmph," Leonard grunted, his voice laced with skepticism. "They’ve always been a pack of vultures, circling the weak. But they
43The butler remained silent for a moment, watching his employer carefully. "And if he 'is' ready? If he succeeds in spite of everything?"Leonard's eyes darkened as he stared past Lorentz, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Then we’ll have our answer." He paused, his tone softening slightly, though the edge remained. "He’ll have earned his place by fire, and no one—not the board, not his so-called colleagues—will question his right to lead."Lorentz shifted on his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. "And you, sir? Will you... be proud of him?"Leonard's jaw tightened, the question hanging heavy in the air. He turned his back to Lorentz, walking toward the window, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down on his broad shoulders. "I’ve never given my son anything, Lorentz. Not without him earning it. If he survives this, if he proves himself worthy... then maybe."The silence stretched between them, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lorentz cleared his throat, his voice barel
44Serena’s heart pounded in her chest as she marched up to him, her fists balled at her sides. The sight of Allvar casually leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone as if nothing was wrong, ignited a fury she hadn’t known she was capable of.“Allvar!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the stillness of the hallway.He looked up slowly, raising an eyebrow. When his eyes met hers, a lazy smirk spread across his lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t Serena.”“You piece of shit!” Serena spat, her steps quickening until she was just a foot away from him. Her entire body vibrated with anger. “What the hell is wrong with you?”Allvar’s expression remained infuriatingly calm as he slipped his phone into his pocket. “What’s wrong with 'me'? I think you should be asking yourself that question, Serena.” His tone was mocking, and Serena could feel her pulse in her ears.“You’ve ruined everything!” she shouted, her voice cracking. “I can’t even walk around campus without people laughing
45Serena’s hands trembled, her fury barely contained. “I swear, if you don’t take that post down—”“You’ll what?” Allvar interrupted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Threaten me some more? Go on, I’m all ears. But let me tell you something, Serena—nothing you say or do will change anything. You’re done. Face it.”Serena’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m not threatening you,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous now. “I’m 'promising' you. You haven’t seen the last of me, Allvar. I’ll make sure you regret ever messing with me.”“Promising me, huh?” Allvar cocked his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “And what exactly are you promising, Serena? That you’ll stomp your feet and throw a tantrum? Real terrifying.”Serena stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “You think this is a joke? You think I’m just going to sit back while you destroy everything I’ve worked for? You’ve got no idea who you’re messing with.”Allvar raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the wall with a satisfi
46Allvar’s smirk returned, calm and unwavering. “Oh, but I have. I mean, look at you—desperate, cornered, lashing out. It’s almost too easy. But hey, if you want to keep fighting, go ahead. I’m always up for some entertainment.”“You won’t be laughing when this is all over,” Serena said, her voice quivering with fury. “I’ll make sure of it.”He glanced at her hands, still trembling. “You sure you can handle it, though? You’re shaking like a leaf.”Serena’s breath hitched, but she glared at him, refusing to show weakness. “I can handle 'anything' you throw at me. And when I come out on top, I’ll make sure everyone knows what kind of a monster you are.”Allvar’s eyes darkened, just for a second, before his grin returned. “You know what’s funny? You still think you have a chance. But from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve already lost.”“Keep thinking that,” Serena shot back. “Because the only thing that’s going to be remembered from all of this is how hard you fell.” Allvar lau
47Serena’s heart skipped a beat at the confidence in his voice, but she waved it off, certain he was bluffing. “Good,” she said, a triumphant smile on her lips. “Now show me.”Without a word, Allvar reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card, handing it to her.Serena grabbed it and squinted at the embossed letters. Her eyes widened as she read the name and title: ''Allvar Falck, Head of International Expansion, Waterfall Corporation''.She blinked, reading it again. "No way," she muttered under her breath, her mind reeling from shock. Allvar just stood there, watching her with that maddening grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Told you,” he said, his voice light and smug.Serena’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. She snapped her gaze back to the card, then up to him. “You… you actually work there?” she asked, incredulity dripping from her voice.“Yup.” Allvar leaned back against his car, arms folded, looking completely at ease, as though this was n