“I don’t understand, what proof are you talking about?” Miss B narrowed her brows and shrugged in confusion. Her face showed a mix of worry and curiosity, trying to piece together what John was saying.John rubbed his hand softly around his temples as he felt a sharp pain. Miss B tried to reach for him again, but John held her back gently. “No, I’m fine,” John realized a little smile, trying to reassure her. The pain in his head was throbbing, but he didn’t want her to worry more than she already was.“Okay,” Miss B nodded, though the confusion remained in her eyes.“So, the thing is, I have been away from the mansion all through the night and even this morning I didn’t go to work. I am very sure that they would have noticed my absence in the house and at the office, so this will be a perfect cover-up reason as to why I was not seen,” John explained, and it began to make sense to Miss B little by little. The tension in the room started to ease slightly as the pieces of the puzzle fell
“I ask you again, was that the best you could come up with?” Stephanie asked, her smirk lingering on her face, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and challenge.John stood quite dumbfounded, his brows curved in surprise. He couldn’t understand what Stephanie was on about. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” John asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. His heart began to pound faster, a dull thud echoing in his ears.Stephanie walked towards him, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor seemed to synchronize with the beat of John’s heart. John was trying to fathom what it was that was making her laugh so much, but he couldn’t figure things out. His mind raced with possible explanations, each one more perplexing than the last. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing inward with each step she took.“Is that the real reason why you disappeared last night and are just coming back now?” Stephan
“I ask you again, was that the best you could come up with?” Stephanie asked, her smirk lingering on her face, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and challenge. John stood quite dumbfounded, his brows curved in surprise. He couldn’t understand what Stephanie was on about. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” John asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. His heart began to pound faster, a dull thud echoing in his ears. Stephanie walked towards him, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor seemed to synchronize with the beat of John’s heart. John was trying to fathom what it was that was making her laugh so much, but he couldn’t figure things out. His mind raced with possible explanations, each one more perplexing than the last. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing inward with each step she took. “Is that the real reason why you disappeared last night and are just coming back now?” St
“I ask you again, was that the best you could come up with?” Stephanie asked, her smirk lingering on her face, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and challenge. John stood quite dumbfounded, his brows curved in surprise. He couldn’t understand what Stephanie was on about. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” John asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. His heart began to pound faster, a dull thud echoing in his ears. Stephanie walked towards him, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor seemed to synchronize with the beat of John’s heart. John was trying to fathom what it was that was making her laugh so much, but he couldn’t figure things out. His mind raced with possible explanations, each one more perplexing than the last. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing inward with each step she took. “Is that the real reason why you disappeared last night and are just coming back now
“Take and sight the document,” Joshua exclaimed abruptly, his voice cutting through the tense air of the room as he shoved a crumpled paper toward me.Joshua’s abrupt command pierced the tense air of the room like a knife. He shoved a crumpled paper toward me, his expression etched with frustration and anger that seemed to radiate off him in waves.Confusion flickered across my face as I took in his sudden intensity. “What is this?” I demanded, suspicion lacing my voice as I narrowed my eyes at him. His behavior was unsettling, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye.Still reeling from his earlier outburst, Joshua’s face remained flushed with emotion. He had stormed away from the wall moments ago, his clenched fist leaving an echo of its impact in the air. Now, with a sharp tug, he yanked open a nearby drawer, his movements sharp and agitated as he retrieved the document he had thrust into my face just seconds before.“Just take and sign the fuck
John stepped out of Stephanie’s office, his brows furrowed in deepening confusion. The words Jeffrey had spoken to Stephanie echoed relentlessly in his mind, each repetition adding a layer of uncertainty to his thoughts. As he moved away from the doorway, he couldn’t shake off the unsettling possibility that Jeffrey might have orchestrated Claire’s message to cast doubt on John’s account of the accident. His fingers absently pushed his unruly bangs back from his forehead, a nervous habit that now seemed futile in calming his racing thoughts.“Could Jeffrey have deliberately orchestrated this?” John wondered silently, his mind racing as he traversed the familiar corridor. Stephanie’s suspicion hung over him like a dense fog, despite the comforting hum of the office’s air conditioning. The sterile white walls seemed to press closer, amplifying the doubts swirling in his mind with each step on the polished linoleum floor. Each footfall echoed hollowly, a relentless reminder of the weig
John stepped out of the bathroom, the thought of Jeffery and Stephanie playing a fast one on him still gnawing at his mind. He was contemplating and hoping that Jeffery didn’t know he went to meet with his work contact, or else whatever he was planning would be ruined.As John stepped out of the bathroom and headed toward the corridor leading to the reception area, his eyes caught sight of someone who had just walked into the office. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the white-haired man who was tall and a bit slim. The man wore a black suit and carried a briefcase in his hand. On his chest, John noticed a tag showing that he worked for Miss B’s company. The man strode quickly and was headed towards the left wing of the office.“What is he doing here?” John asked himself inwardly, narrowing his eyes as he watched the man walk away. Just as John was about to follow the man to see where he was headed, he heard his name.“John Beckham,” a voice called out, halting him in his tracks.
The receptionist kept her eyes fixed on the screen, her fingers typing away without acknowledging his question. John’s patience wore thin, evident in the way he narrowed his eyes and repeated himself.“Did you hear what I asked you?” His voice carried a hint of frustration now, his gaze piercing through her indifference. Still, the receptionist remained unmoved, as though deliberately ignoring him.John gritted his teeth in irritation, feeling his fists clench involuntarily at his sides. With a heavy sigh of annoyance, he turned away and walked off, his footsteps echoing down the hallway with purposeful strides. The encounter left a bitter taste in his mouth, a reminder of the challenges he faced in asserting himself within the office hierarchy.The way the other workers treated him, as though he were their subordinate, grated on John. It was a bitter reminder of his past as the owner of the very company he now served. Yet, John pushed these thoughts aside, his jaw clenched in determi