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"Are you asking why?" the manager frowned."Of course, sir. I'm eager to know why because I don't understand why all of a sudden prices would be increased by 30 percent," Cordelia repliedThe manager leaned back in his chair and explained, "Cordelia, the Market Square attracts a significant number of visitors, contributing to the consistent flow of customers to your supermarket. It's our collective effort to maintain high standards here, which, in turn, reflects positively on your business, enabling you to thrive and make good profits.”Cordelia’s brows furrowed as she attempted to reason with the manager. "I understand the need for adjustments, but the current prices are already higher than the standard. Adding another 30 percent makes it more than just an increase; it's becoming exorbitant.”The manager, visibly angered, slapped his hand on the table. "How dare you? You question something I've taken time to calculate as abnormal? Are you insinuating that the prices are too high? Do
After leaving the manager's office, Cordelia with an angry expression walked to her supermarket. Cordelia's supermarket was a well-lit and organized space with neatly arranged shelves stocked with a variety of products. The camera surveillance system was discreetly placed to ensure security. The supermarket offered a diverse range of goods, including groceries, fresh produce, household items, and more. Staff members were efficiently attending to their tasks, ensuring the smooth operation of the store. Customers moved about, filling their baskets with various items. As Cordelia entered her supermarket, a wave of respect emanated from the staff. They paused in their tasks and greeted her with a collective warmth. "Good afternoon, Ms. Winslow," echoed through the aisles as each staff member acknowledged her presence. Cordelia nodded lightly and walked to the big counter in the corner where a lady in a suit was seated. She was the one managing Cordelia's supermarket.Seeing Cordelia, s
Cordelia returned to the dining area with a tray of steaming food. On the plate was a succulent piece of roasted meat, surrounded by a generous portion of fluffy rice. The plate also held a colorful mix of well-seasoned vegetables, enhancing the visual appeal and flavors of the meal. She placed it in front of Benjamin, the rich aroma filling the room."Here you go, Benjamin," she said, setting the fork and knife beside the plate. The combination of meat, rice, and veggies promised a delightful and well-balanced dinner. "Enjoy your meal. It's a little bit of everything to make it special.”Benjamin nodded and said thank you. Cordelia then said, “Let me get you wine too.” She then opened the fridge at the side and pulled out a bottle and started pouring. Benjamin nodded appreciatively as Cordelia mentioned getting some wine. As she poured, his eyes caught a glimpse of the small scratch on her hand. Concern immediately flashed across his face, and without hesitation, he got up and gently
Soon, Benjamin arrived at the market square, where he parked his car and got down. Although it was late, the market was still bustling with activities. People were still in their stores, selling. The market square, under the glow of dimmed lights, exuded a lively atmosphere. Vendors hurriedly attended to the remaining customers, and the night air carried the fragrance of various goods. Benjamin, unsure of the exact location of the manager's office, decided to seek guidance from someone familiar with the market square. He approached a vendor who seemed to be organizing his goods."Excuse me, sir," Benjamin politely began, "could you please direct me to the manager's office?”The vendor, taking a moment to pause his work, looked up at Benjamin. "Ah, you're looking for the manager, eh? Climb the stairs and go straight down this aisle, take a left, and it's the third door on your right.”"Thank you very much," Benjamin expressed his gratitude with a nod before following the directions gi
With blood now staining the manager's face and his pleas becoming increasingly desperate, Benjamin showed no mercy. The manager, disheveled and battered, begged for mercy, his words choked with fear and pain."Please, I didn't mean it! I'll do anything!" the manager pleaded, bloodied and broken, as Benjamin continued to mete out a punishment that seemed to have no end. The office echoed with the manager's anguished cries and Benjamin's relentless determination to extract justice for Cordelia."I'm teaching you just a light lesson," Benjamin declared. Saying this, he removed the manager's clothes, leaving him in a vulnerable state. "Not just to Cordelia, but this shouldn't be done to any lady," Benjamin stated firmly. With a stern expression, he delivered a single firm blow to the manager's pot belly.The manager, feeling the impact, fell to his knees, realizing the error of his ways. "I'm sorry for asking her for that, forgive me," he pleaded.Although the manager continued to plead
Benjamin smiled and said, "Good choice. So now tell me, do you have the ownership files here? And everything?"The market square owner nodded and replied, "Of course." He then walked over to a box in the corner and entered certain codes. The box opened, revealing a substantial file that he brought out and placed on the table. "Here."Benjamin looked at it and said, "Nice. Now tell me, how much are you selling this square?"The market square owner hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing as he carefully weighed his response. After a thoughtful pause, he finally spoke, "Well, Mr, this square is indeed valuable. I was initially considering a higher figure, given its potential and strategic location."He took another moment, then continued, "However, for the right buyer, and considering your interest, I'm willing to sell it for $5 million." The market square owner anticipated Benjamin's response, half-expecting him to express reservations about the offered $5 million. However, to his
The boss sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation, and reluctantly walked up to Benjamin. With a tinge of hesitation, he began, "Benjamin, I know he messed up, but he's been with us for a long time. Can we find a way to resolve this without him losing his job?”Benjamin shook his head resolutely and said, "There's no way. How dare he hurt Cordelia?"The manager, now in a state of despair, cried, "I'll never even look at Cordelia twice. Please, I beg you, give me another chance. I'll change, I promise." His voice trembledThe boss, recognizing the severity of the situation, pleaded with Benjamin, "Benjamin, I understand the seriousness of his actions, but he has been a loyal employee for years. Can we consider a less severe punishment? Maybe a suspension or a probation period? Please, I'm asking for a chance to reform." Benjamin shook his head and firmly stated, "No need. He's going to work here only for three months, but he won't be the manager anymore. Please help me find
"No, you won't do that. You're not my boyfriend; you don't have that right, understood?" She raised a playful eyebrow."Understood, Chef Madam Winslow," Benjamin smiled before they both walked into the garage.Getting into the garage, Cordelia was amazed. Over 10 cars were all parked. It looked beautiful. She moved around, touching the cars, saying they're beautiful.Cordelia's eyes sparkled with admiration as she came across a sleek sports car. "Oh, the Aston Martin DB11," she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "Benjamin, this car is stunning! The design, the curves—it's a work of art."She gently ran her fingers along the smooth surface, marveling at the craftsmanship. "I've always dreamt of sitting in one of these. It's like a dream come true." Benjamin smiled and asked, "Do you want this one, then, or should I buy you one?"Cordelia shook her head and said, "Come on, I'm joking. I've been in one but not mine. I don't need a new car for now." She was still talking when her eyes