Jane smirked, still co findent despite jest the footage saidShe was not done, as she had one more card to pull. She slowly pulled out her phone, swiping through it with practiced ease. "You think you're so smart, huh?" she sneered, holding up the screen for everyone to see. "But there’s more to this story than you know."On her phone was a series of emails and messages, each one worse than the last.They showed Grace’s desperate attempts to contact immigration lawyers, asking for help, searching for ways to extend her visa.Im some of the emails she was pleading for someone to help her before she and her son were deported."Grace has been having issues with immigration for months," Jane explained, her voice steady and cool. “She’s desperately trying to stay in the country legally. But with no money, no resources... she must have stolen the necklace in order to solve her problems.”Grace mouth fell wide open, it was true they she was having issues with the immigration, it was not so
Grace, trembling, stood up as Nathan pulled her to her feet, still looking devastated. “But Nathan…” “No, Grace,” he interrupted gently. “You’ve done nothing wrong, and I’m not letting you take the fall for this.”Jane, still wearing her smug expression, crossed her arms. “You are only making matters worse for yourself, Steven. Both of you will be out on the streets. Do you really think you can stand up to Mr. Reynolds and keep your job?”Nathan’s gaze hardened as he spoke directly to Mr. Reynolds, ignoring Jane’s taunts. “You can try to fire me if you want,” he said calmly, “but I guarantee you’ll regret it.”Mr. Reynolds shook his head, clearly annoyed by Nathan's audacity. “You too, I will show you what happens to those who dare to cross me.”Mr. Reynolds’ face twisted in fury, and he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense,” he growled, punching in the number for HR.As the phone rang, Jane folded her arms, still wearing that smug look, eyes glinti
The sound of Mr. Reynolds' phone ringing made the room fall silent immediately.His face twisted in irritation.Who could be disturbing him, especially now that he was about to deal with Nathan and Grace?“What now?” he spat, annoyed by the interruption as the security guards hesitated, waiting for further instructions.“This is Reynolds.”There was a pause as he listened, his expression shifting from annoyance to confusion.His grip tightened around the phone as his eyes flickered toward Nathan and Grace.“Now? But I...” He cut himself off, swallowing hard. “Yes, of course. We’ll be there.”He hung up, his face pale with barely concealed frustration. He stood there for a moment, visibly tense, as if trying to process what had just happened.Jane stepped forward, seeing the shift in Mr. Reynolds' expression. “What is it?” she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.Reynolds straightened his suit, trying to regain control.“There’s an urgent meeting,” he muttered, avo
"Leave," she instructed the staff member without looking up. He nodded quickly and hurried out of the room, leaving Jane alone with the envelope.As soon as the door clicked shut, she tore it open, revealing an elegant letter with the stamp of Lord Cloud on it, and inside was a cheque.Her breath hitched as her eyes landed on the number.Two hundred thousand dollars!!!! Jane's hands trembled as she held the check. Lord Cloud had instructed that the check belonged to Grace.Jane stared at the cheque, reading it over and over again.Two hundred thousand dollars was a huge amount of money.In fact, that was her annual salary.And it was supposed to go to Grace, of all people. Grace, the lowly cleaner who had somehow gained the attention of Lord Cloud himself.A dark thought began to creep into her mind.Why did Grace, of all people, deserve this money?Why not her, Jane, who had dedicated years to the company?Jane felt jealous of Grace and also greedy.She glanced at the cheque again,
Jane’s glare intensified as she took a step closer to Grace. Her lip curled in disgust as she looked down on Grace. Grace’s eyes welled with tears as she tried to plead with Jane."Please, Ms. Foster, I’m begging you. This isn’t just about me, it’s about my son. He’s just a little boy, and without this money, we’ll be sent back.""I won’t have any way to take care of him. Please, just give me the money, that's all I ask."Jane’s face twisted with rage as Grace continued to pester her. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't have any money?" Jane sneered. "What makes you think Lord Cloud will remember a worthless cleaner like you?"She took another step toward Grace, her voice rising in fury. "Let me tell you something—you’re nothing! You will never be anything more than a low-life cleaner in this company.""And if I wanted to, I could have you fired this instant. So how about you stop wasting my time and get out of my sight before I make your life even worse?"Grace flinched
Jane stood at the center, still smirking, arms crossed as she bathed in the power she thought she had.To her, Steven Harris was just a janitor, nothing more. And Grace? She was a desperate cleaner with no hope."I have an idea," Jane said as her smirk grew wider. Grace knew that whatever she was about to say was nothing good, but she had no other choice but to listen to her."If she wants that cheque so badly, maybe she needs to show just how desperate she really is."Grace, still trembling on the floor, wiped her tear-streaked face with shaky hands.“If you want that cheque, I’ll give it to you. But there’s a price.”Grace’s eyes flicked up to Jane’s, filled with a mixture of hope and fear.“Oh yes,” Jane continued, circling her like a predator would its prey. “I’ll give it to you… if you get down on your knees and clean my shoe with your hair.”The room fell into a stunned silence, and Grace’s breath caught in her throat as she blinked, obviously horrified. Did she really just hear
A tense silence followed, with the other executives shifting uneasily. Jane, however, seemed unimpressed. Soon, she burst into loud, mocking laughter."Oh, Steven," Jane mocked, her arms crossing over her chest as she tilted her head. “I’ve been the Employee of the Year for five years in a row. Do you think some nobody like Grace can take that away from me? Enough of your party tricks.”Nathan remained silent. He didn’t need to respond—he knew what was coming.Grace, still kneeling on the floor, looked up at Nathan with tears in her eyes. She had almost lost hope, as the weight of Jane's words was crushing her spirit. Her body trembled, and she looked like she might collapse under the pressure of it all. Nathan glanced at her and gave a small, reassuring nod.Just then, the door to the lobby swung open, and a tall, well-dressed man entered. His presence immediately commanded attention. It was Mr. Raynolds, carrying the prestigious Employee of the Year award in his hand.The room went
Grace’s eyes were red as she joined her hands in front of her chest.Jane stood with a smirk plastered on her face as she held the Employee of the Year award with satisfaction. The sight of Grace begging her was so satisfying."How pathetic," Jane sneered. “I wish I could help you, Grace, but as I said earlier, I don't know anything about any cheque. I'm sorry I can't help you." Jane said, her voice dripping with false sympathy.Grace’s heart sank further into despair, and her vision blurred as she could no longer hold back her tears.The cheque was her only way to avoid being deported.It was her lifeline. Without it, everything would crumble, including her son's future.Grace felt so desperate that, without thinking, she lunged forward, her trembling hand grabbing at Jane’s wrist.“Please!” Grace’s voice cracked louder this time. “I don’t care about anything else—just give me the cheque! I need it! Please!”Jane yanked her hand back sharply, looking down at Grace as if she were noth