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
As Robert’s words lingered in the air, murmurs spread among the queue of onlookers. Intrigued by his claim of being an SVIP, they began making snide remarks under their breath."SVIP? Ha, in those clothes?" a man in a tailored grey suit scoffed, adjusting his expensive watch. "He looks like he can’t even afford lunch, let alone hold a VIP status.""Is he out of his mind?" a woman in a sleek red dress muttered, rolling her eyes. "This isn’t some backstreet store where you can play pretend.""Honestly, the nerve of some people," another person added, clearly irritated. "We’ve all been waiting in line, and now this guy wants special treatment?"The employee, emboldened by the growing discontent from the crowd, let out a derisive laugh. Her mocking tone cut through the noise."Sir, I suggest you leave now before we’re forced to take more serious measures against you." Her eyes gleamed with the thrill of asserting authority, and her words carried a veiled threat.As if on cue, two fierce-l
Robert replied, his voice edged with a mix of anger and frustration."This isn't about pretense or trying to impress anyone. It's about class—and class is earned based on contribution to society, something I don’t expect you to know anything about." He shot the man a sharp look, his patience wearing thin.As Robert’s words hung in the air, the crowd’s reactions immediately followed, sparking a flurry of murmurs and amused comments."Contribution to society? What’s he even talking about?""Look at him, acting like some big shot. What’s he done for anyone?""Bet his ‘contributions’ are as fake as that card!"A middle-aged man near the back chuckled sarcastically, "Oh please, this guy? Contributing? More like he’s contributing to wasting our time."Another voice piped up, "Probably donated his old clothes to a thrift store and thinks he’s saving the world."The well-dressed woman from earlier sneered, "This is just embarrassing. What kind of contribution could he possibly be talking abo
As the tension in the bank reached its boiling point, the crowd's skepticism toward Robert was palpable. Mocking comments, sneers, and the occasional jeer rippled through the room as people gathered to witness what they believed would be Robert’s inevitable humiliation.Fueled by the man’s relentless taunts, the atmosphere grew more charged, with onlookers closing in, eager to watch the drama unfold.Just as the noise escalated into a near riot, a calm yet authoritative voice sliced through the chaos, instantly commanding attention. Heads turned toward the source of the voice, and out of the crowd stepped a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, his every movement exuding authority. His brow furrowed with both surprise and disapproval as he took in the chaotic scene before him.It was the bank manager.The employee who had been leading the charge against Robert, along with the two security guards, immediately straightened, their faces lighting up with relief. They seemed confident that the
As Robert and the manager left the commotion behind and headed into the office, the whispers from the crowd echoed through the bank."Did you see that? Robert's being taken to the manager's office like he's some kind of VIP!" one person said."And that guy? Storming off like a spoiled child who didn’t get his way," another person commented."He was so full of himself, but now he’s running off like a baby who lost his toy," a third added.The air was filled with a mixture of amusement and awe, with people clearly seeing Robert in a whole new light.Inside the manager’s office, the atmosphere was much calmer. There was a special ATM machine reserved for high-profile clients. The manager, now all business and respect, assisted Robert with the transaction. Afterward, he thanked Robert with the utmost courtesy, bowing slightly, and said,“Thank you for your continued trust in our services, sir. Please don’t hesitate to contact us if you ever need anything else.”Robert nodded and smiled, h