Now, they had to face the reality that they had not only lost control of their daughter but also their place in the future that was unfolding before them."That should’ve been Jonathan," Mrs. Hartley whispered bitterly, glancing toward their former suitor, who looked equally devastated by the night's turn of events.Robert, catching the whisper on his way out, gave a brief, almost imperceptible smirk before turning back to Lily. In that moment, as the final guests departed, he whispered to her, “I told you, they’d regret it.”As the wedding ceremony concluded and it was time for the grand photographs, the elites and dignitaries in attendance lined up to capture the moment. The air was thick with prestige, and photographers scrambled to get the perfect shots of the powerful figures who had gathered. The lights of high-end cameras flashed incessantly, creating a sea of glitter and glamor.Robert and Lily, standing at the center of it all, exuded a magnetic elegance. The world's most ex
As the guests settled into their seats, enjoying the opulence around them, Mr. and Mrs. Hartley, driven by desperation and pride, approached the entrance with the assumption that their position as Lily’s parents would automatically grant them access. Mr. Hartley, in particular, saw this as an opportunity to network with high-profile guests and elevate his own status.But as they neared the grand doors of the dining hall, the couple was stopped by two security guards. Mr. Hartley frowned, incredulous, as he was blocked from entering.“What’s going on?” he demanded, trying to push past the guards. “I’m the bride’s father. Step aside.”The lead guard, his face a mask of professionalism, shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but you’re not on the guest list for this dinner.”Mrs. Hartley, her face reddening with embarrassment and disbelief, clutched her husband’s arm. “What do you mean we’re not on the list? This is our daughter’s wedding!”The guards didn’t flinch, their instructions clear.
Their wedding had been the talk of the town, not only for its elegance but for Robert’s official introduction as the future president of the Glidson Empire—a revelation that hit the Hartleys like a sledgehammer.Mrs. Hartley, noticing her husband's change in demeanor, frowned. "What is it?" she asked, but she already knew something was wrong.Without speaking, he handed her the paper. As her eyes skimmed the headline, her face went pale. "The president of the Glidson Empire?" she muttered, barely believing what she was reading. “We’ve been dealing with the president of the Glidson Empire all this time?” Her voice cracked, disbelief mingling with humiliation.And then the realization hit them both: they had not only disapproved of their daughter’s marriage but had done so while trying to belittle a man with influence far beyond their comprehension. The very empire they had hoped to curry favor with was now in the hands of the man they had rejected, scorned, and humiliated.Mrs. Hartl
The next morning, despite the lingering exhaustion from the previous day's stress, Robert woke up with a renewed sense of determination. He had spent much of the previous night tossing and turning, trying to make sense of the unease gnawing at him. Still, he knew he couldn’t afford to dwell on it any longer—there was work to be done, and the company needed his undivided attention. His mind was set on having a productive day at the office, no matter what challenges might come his way.After taking a quick shower and dressing in his usual sharp suit, Robert glanced at the clock. He was running a little behind schedule but still had plenty of time to catch up. As he walked out of his apartment, the city was already bustling with the sound of traffic and distant conversations. The cool morning air was refreshing, and for a moment, he allowed himself to appreciate the calm before the inevitable storm of a busy workday.He arrived at the company headquarters a little before 9:00 AM, his
Mrs. Turner shook her head, her eyes reflecting the worry she felt. "No, sir. There’s been nothing. It’s as if they’ve all suddenly turned their backs on us without explanation. We’ve been trying to pinpoint the source of the problem, but so far... nothing."Robert leaned back in his chair, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He rubbed his temples, trying to piece together what could have gone wrong. But every angle he considered led to a dead end. There had been no indications, no warnings, no signs of dissatisfaction from their clients. Everything had seemed perfectly fine until now.Taking a deep breath, Robert finally spoke, his voice quieter than before. "We need to get to the bottom of this, Mrs. Turner. Call a meeting with the department heads. I want all the data we have on these clients, every communication, every transaction, everything. We need to figure out what went wrong and how we can fix it... before it's too late."Just when Robert thought the
Ms. Turner, her face pale, stepped forward, trembling slightly. "Sir, Luminary Industries—using Mr. Smith’s inside knowledge—has been spreading rumors about our company’s supposed instability. They've exploited confidential information on our pricing strategies, client pain points, and even upcoming product launches." She paused, her voice tightening. "They’ve undercut us on several key contracts, making us look unreliable and overpriced. And with our top sales leaders jumping ship, it’s only reinforced those rumors."Robert felt like the room was spinning, his vision narrowing as the weight of the news bore down on him. He gripped the desk in front of him, struggling to contain his fury. "He’s using everything he knows about us to tear us apart from the inside," he growled, his fists clenching. "Smith is systematically dismantling everything we’ve built."The managers shifted uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging anxious glances. They could see their leader struggling with the
“Indeed, Mr. Langston,” Mr. Smith replied, his tone equally triumphant, though colder, more precise. “Their sales team is in shambles, and their clients are already questioning their stability. Panic is spreading like wildfire through their ranks. We’ve got them right where we want them.”Victor chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that resonated through the room as he leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He reached for the bottle of vintage red wine that sat nearby, effortlessly uncorked it, and poured the deep crimson liquid into his glass, the sound of the wine filling the glass a prelude to the toast he was about to make.“To the beginning of the end for Glidson Group,” he declared, raising his glass high, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of ambition and malice. “This is only the first strike. By the time we’re done with them, gentlemen, there won’t be anything left of them but memories.”The others in the room joined in the toast, their glasses
Smith hesitated, his hand lingering on the door handle for a split second before he nodded and turned back toward Victor, a curious expression on his face. He had a feeling this was more than just a casual request. This was an opportunity to further ingratiate himself with the powerful CEO.Smith returned to his seat, his eyes searching Victor’s face for any hint of what might be coming next. Victor, ever the master of control, waited until the door had closed behind the last of the managers before speaking again.“You’ve done well, Smith,” Victor began, his voice smooth but laced with a subtle undertone of patronization that Mr. Smith failed to recognize. “But I want you to understand something. This is just the beginning. I need you to intensify your efforts. Every weakness, every flaw, every misstep—exploit them. I want GlidsonGroup to crumble under the weight of their own mistakes.”Smith’s eyes lit up, gleaming with a mix of ambition and resentment. He had been harboring his gr