When Gabriel was making his exit out of the company’s building, he halted in his tracks as he collided with Camella in the foyer, their unexpected encounter sparking an immediate tension between them. Before he could even utter a word, Camella's accusatory tone cut through the air."Why are you following me?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with frustration.Gabriel shook his head, his own irritation mounting. "I'm not following you, Camella," he countered, his voice firm but tinged with exasperation. "I have my own matters to attend to."Camella's expression hardened, her words laced with bitterness. "Well, maybe if you tried to find a better job instead of lingering around here, things would be different," she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.Gabriel's jaw clenched at her words, his patience wearing thin. "I have been trying," he shot back, his voice tinged with feigned frustration. "But it's not as easy as you think."Their argument escalated, each word adding fuel to the
Camella's patience wore thin as he continued to make unwelcome advances, his hand lingering on hers with an uncomfortable familiarity. She attempted to pull away, but his grip tightened, trapping her in his unwelcome embrace."Listen, I'm not interested," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I'm here to discuss business, nothing more."The client's smug smile faltered slightly at her rejection, but he quickly recovered, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "Come on, Camella," he persisted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You know you want this. And trust me, I can make it worth your while."Camella's resolve hardened as she met his gaze with steely determination. "I said no," she reiterated, her voice firm and unwavering. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to.""I'm your work, woman. You just need to please me and you’ll get my favor.”Camella scoffed. “You're unbelievable." With that, she pulled her hand free from his grasp and rose fro
With a stern voice, the CEO inquired, “Hope everything is going well with the cooperation with the woman. You shouldn't upset her, okay?" The client's face drained of color as he listened to the CEO's blistering reprimand, his heart sinking with each word. "I-I understand, sir," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear.The CEO's voice crackled with authority through the phone, his tone unwavering as he issued his orders. "You will cease all harassment of Camella immediately," he commanded, his words leaving no room for argument. “You should finalize the cooperation with her. I hope you've not done anything absurd?”The client was speechless as he recalled harassing Camella. Sensing the client's hesitation, the CEO's tone turned steely. "And I expect you to rectify every wrong you've committed," he continued, his voice brooking no dissent. "Failure to do so will result in severe consequences for your position within the company."The client swallowed hard, the weight of the CEO's
Camella blinked in surprise at the client's unexpected question, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. "Um, sorry, what do you mean?" she asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.The client hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Well, I was just wondering if you had any connections to someone influential," he explained vaguely, a hint of hesitation in his voice.Camella's confusion deepened, unsure of where the client was going with his question. "I'm not sure I understand," she admitted, her tone wary.The client sighed, realizing he needed to be more direct. "I apologize if I'm being too forward, but I've heard rumors about certain connections you may have," he confessed, his gaze searching hers for any hint of recognition.Camella's eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features. "I'm not sure what rumors you're referring to," she replied cautiously, her mind racing with questions.The client shifted uncomfortably, suddenly regretting his decis
As Camella made her way through the bustling corridors of the company, the whispers of her success followed her like a shadow. The news of her sealing the massive deal spread through the office like wildfire, igniting flames of jealousy among her peers.As she headed to her next meeting, Camella couldn't help but overhear the hushed conversation of two colleagues, a male and a female, who were standing just around the corner."I heard Camella closed that big deal with the client today," the male colleague whispered to the female, a tinge of envy evident in his voice."Yeah, I can't believe it. How did she manage to pull it off?" the female colleague responded, her tone tinged with skepticism."I don't know, but it's definitely raising eyebrows around here," the male colleague replied, his voice filled with intrigue.Camella paused for a moment, feeling a pang of discomfort at the thought of being the subject of their gossip. However, she brushed it off and continued on her way, determ
Camella bristled at the thinly veiled insult, her pride stung by Mark's insinuation. Yet, she remained composed, refusing to allow his provocations to rattle her. "I never said that," she retorted evenly, her gaze unwavering as she met Mark's challenging stare.Mark nodded with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mockery. “So, you think you're capable, but you're belittling our company then?"Camella arched her brow and let out an exasperated sigh, her eyes rolling in response to Mark's provocation."I respectfully disagree," she retorted, her voice unwavering despite the tension in the room. "The Wellington Group is renowned for their stringent negotiating tactics and unwavering stance. Our past attempts to secure deals with them have faced significant challenges."Once again, several heads in the room nodded in agreement, affirming the validity of Camella's arguments. However, Mark remained unconvinced, seizing the opportunity to take a jab at Camella's confidence.“Camella, h
Camella shot Gabriel an icy glare as he approached, her displeasure evident in her tense demeanor. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice laced with thinly veiled frustration.Gabriel shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, his expression sheepish as he struggled to come up with a plausible explanation. "I... uh... I'm here to... uh... recover my unpaid salary from the head of the security department," he stammered, his lie falling flat in the face of Camella's incredulity.Camella's eyes narrowed at his feeble excuse, her patience wearing thin. "That's disappointing," she snapped, her tone laced with disappointment. "You should just forget about it."As Gabriel recoiled at her harsh words, Camella couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at the way their conversation had unfolded. Deep down, she knew that their relationship was strained enough without adding further tension to the mix.His facade of reluctance faltered under Camella's gentle reassurance, his expression softe
Mark's confidence wavered as he felt Gabriel's strength, but he refused to back down. "I know exactly who I'm dealing with," he retorted, trying to maintain his composure. "And I won't let you or your wife get away with anything."Gabriel's grip tightened even further, his eyes narrowed into slits. "You're treading on dangerous ground, Mark," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will repeat myself once and for all. If you dare to touch my wife, you'll regret it."Mark swallowed hard, realizing he had underestimated Gabriel's resolve. With a shaky nod, he pulled away, straightening his collar. "We'll see about that," he muttered.“Okay then. Go on. Keep trying,” Gabriel encouraged, finding it amusing. He felt it was fun to play along with Mark and humiliate him later. Mark chuckled, believing Gabriel was cowering before hastily making his way to the general meeting room. Watching him disappear into the room, Gabriel stood there, his jaw clenched with anger. He knew he had