Robert ’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he watched Mr. Justin's anger escalate. He knew that provoking Mr. Justin would force him to reveal more than he intended. So he was Willing to make him take the bait....Despite Mr. Justin's rants, Robert remained composed, ready to handle the situation with wisdom to avoid any further escalation that could get out of hand.In a calm but probing tone, Robert continued, “It’s interesting you say that, Mr . Justin. But what makes you so confident that your decisions are beyond question? Especially when they seem to be driven by personal grievances?”Mr. Justin’s face was now flushed with fury as he glared at Robert. How dare him question his authority, he wish he could just stop this loser already but it seems he was not backing down anytime soon.“I’ve been making critical decisions in this company probably since you were still in diapers,” he snapped. “I will not let a nonentity like you undermine my authority here. Never! Your insolence is
Immediately Mr. George entered the room, a wry smile spread across both Robert ’s and Mr. Justin’s faces, though they carried entirely different meanings.Mr. Justin’s smile was one of triumph—he now had the security team and Mr. George on his side, and he was eager to deal with Robert mercilesslyWhile for Robert, the smile was one of quiet anticipation—he knew that once Mr. Justin discovered the reality of the situation, his reign of intimidation would come crashing down, and he can't wait to see it. At the same time, the guards, who had been ready to grab Robert, stopped in their tracks at Mr. George’s entrance. All eyes turned to him, the man everyone had been waiting for to start the meeting before everything descended into chaos. Everyone waited for his actions. Inside the room, tension buzzed as people exchanged nervous glances. Most of the murmurs had been against Robert, but they couldn't voice out their displeasure as they were fully aware of the consequences. “What the he
The tension in the room was palpable, with Mr. Justin’s fury reaching its boiling point, and the other managers exchanging uneasy glances. Mr. George, who Mr. Justin's believed would be his staunch supporter was now bowing to Robert, the very man he had underestimated. The shift was so sudden, so unimaginable, that it left Mr. Justin in a state of shock. He was still clutching his aching stomach, struggling to stand upright, his face a mixture of pain and confusion. Yet, his fury was far from subdued. He glared at Mr. George, his voice thick with skepticism and dripping with sarcasm.“What’s gotten into you, George?” Mr. Justin spat, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Bowing to this boy? Have you lost your mind?”But before Mr. George could respond, the door swung open again, and all eyes turned to the entrance. As the figure stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. A collective gasp rippled through the room, followed by stunned silence. The managers and directors
Madam President settled into her chair, she forced herself to speak calmly, though the tension in her voice was unmistakable. "I welcome everyone to this meeting," she began, her tone clipped but courteous, "even though circumstances have made this a rather unusual session."As she spoke, the door at the far end of the room creaked open, drawing the attention of everyone present. A group of individuals entered, their demeanor and attire signaling that they were no ordinary guests. These were the important shareholders and stakeholders of the company, people whose presence carried significant weight in any discussion.Madam President's eyes brightened with a sharpness that was difficult to miss. "Ah, it seems the people we've been expecting have arrived," she said, her voice regaining its usual authoritative tone. The air in the room grew even tenser as the newcomers took their seats, their expressions serious as they exchanged glances with one another, clearly aware that they had w
A wave of shock swept through the boardroom like a storm. Gasps of disbelief filled the air as every eye turned to Robert, who sat calmly, now the center of attention. When Madam President uttered the name, "Mr. Robert Edward," the entire room froze, as if time itself had stopped. The directors and stakeholders exchanged stunned glances, their previous confidence crumbling in an instant. The weight of the revelation hit them like a sledgehammer, leaving them reeling.The announcement landed like a bomb, detonating in the minds of every director, stakeholder, and manager seated around the grand table.Mr. Justin, who had been glaring triumphantly at Robert moments earlier, blinked in disbelief. His smug grin faltered, replaced by a mixture of confusion and shock. He turned his head sharply toward Madam President, as if hoping he’d misheard. His lips parted, but no words came out he was utterly blindsided.Another director, an elderly man who had long believed himself to be the heir a
As the reality of Oliver's decision sank in, a chorus of murmurs filled the room."Is this really happening?" one manager whispered to a colleague, his voice trembling with shock. "I never thought I’d see this day…""Poor Justin," another director muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "I almost feel sorry for him… almost."“Karma, plain and simple,” someone else remarked coldly, leaning back in their chair. “He had it coming, the way he treated everyone.”"This is surreal," a younger manager said, her eyes wide with disbelief. "One moment he’s on top, the next he’s being thrown out."“Talk about a fall from grace,” another chimed in, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “He finally met his match.”"Who would’ve thought? Justin, begging for mercy," someone muttered from the back, unable to hide the irony in their voice. “Serves him right,” another said quietly. “You can’t treat people like that and expect to get away with it forever.”Mr. Justin, brimming with anger, stood up abr
Two days later, on a Saturday morning, Robert stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt. He had decided on a simple, understated outfit: a crisp white button-up shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of slim, dark blue chinos. He opted for brown loafers, polished to a subtle shine, and a black leather belt to pull the look together. No flashy watches or accessories, just the kind of simplicity that spoke of confidence and respect. He figured it was best to keep things modest for this nerve-wracking occasion.He sighed deeply, glancing at himself one final time in the mirror as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. His nerves were getting the better of him, and the thought of meeting Lily's strict parents only made it worse. Lily had already called him more than five times that morning, asking if he was ready, each call making him even more on edge. She was clearly nervous, and her constant questioning was transferring some of that anxiety onto him. Meeting parents for a
Mrs. Hartley, who had been watching Robert intently, finally broke the silence, her voice measured and sharp. “So, Robert,” she began, folding her hands on her lap, “how did you meet our daughter, Lily?Robert cleared his throat, feeling the weight of the question. “We met at a coffee shop some months back,” he began, glancing at Lily for reassurance. “It was a bit unexpected, but we hit it off. We spent time getting to know each other and eventually realized we had a strong connection.” He smiled gently at Lily, but Mrs. Hartley’s expression remained neutral.Mr. Hartley leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “And what do you do for a living, Robert? How exactly do you plan on providing for our daughter?” His tone was slightly condescending, as if doubting Robert’s ability to measure up.Robert felt a bead of sweat form at the back of his neck, but he remained calm. “I’m involved in business,” he answered carefully, not wanting to reveal too much just yet. I’ve worked my way up, and I