Gabriel realized it would be inconvenient not to have a car to pick up his daughter, so he went to the car dealership to buy one. Gabriel strolled into the car dealership, scanning the rows of gleaming vehicles with a sense of anticipation. Before he could make his way to the sales desk, he was intercepted by Fredrick, the sharp-tongued salesman notorious for his snarky comments."Well, well, well, look who's here," Fredrick remarked with a smirk, eyeing Gabriel up and down. "Back for another round of window shopping?"Gabriel raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Fredrick's sarcasm. "Actually, I'm here to buy a car."Fredrick's smirk widened into a sneer. "Buy a car? With what, pocket lint?"Gabriel ignored Fredrick's jab, his expression remaining impassive. "I'm here to buy a car, not to discuss my financial status with you," he retorted calmly, his tone firm.Fredrick scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Buying a car, huh? With what money?" he taunted, crossing his arms.Gabriel's e
Gabriel's expression hardened as he regarded Fredrick with disdain. "Money?" he echoed, his voice laced with contempt."You think you can buy my assistance with a few measly dollars?”Fredrick's smug expression twisted into a sneer as he intercepted Gabriel, his words dripping with condescension. "I don't need your assistance, Gabriel," he declared haughtily. "I was just trying to do you a favor indirectly."Gabriel narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing thin at Fredrick's arrogance. "A favor?" he scoffed. "Your 'favor' isn't worth a penny."Fredrick's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting under Gabriel's skin. "Oh, spare me your false humility," he retorted dismissively. "We both know you could use all the help you can get."Gabriel's jaw clenched in frustration, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I don't need your charity, Fredrick," he bit out, his voice tight with restrained anger. "I'll find my own way, thank you very much."With that, Gabriel turned on his heel and w
Gabriel's patience wore thin as the saleswomen continued to belittle him. Their taunts grated on his nerves, but he remained composed, refusing to let their disrespect affect him.The saleswoman remarked, "Look at this one, thinking he can afford a car from our dealership.""Yeah, like he has ever set foot in a place like this before,” another saleswoman jabbed. Gabriel was relentless. "I'm here to make a purchase, not to be insulted by your assumptions." "Oh, lighten up. We're just having a bit of fun,” the saleswoman jested. Gabriel was irked further. "Fun at whose expense? If you're not going to assist me, I'll take my business elsewhere."The other saleswoman remarked recklessly. "Fine by us. We only cater to serious buyers here."Gabriel's jaw clenched in frustration, but he maintained his dignity.Gabriel remained determined to purchase a car despite the dismissive attitude of the saleswomen. When they continued to ignore him, an intern saleswoman stepped forward, offering he
Back home, Camella's eyes widened in disbelief as Jessie excitedly told her about Gabriel's purchase of the car. "Daddy bought a car today, Mommy! It's so cool!" Jessie exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.Camella's shock was palpable as she turned to Gabriel, her expression a mixture of surprise and suspicion. "Where did you get the money for a car, Gabriel?" she asked, her tone tinged with concern.Gabriel shrugged casually, trying to play it off. "Oh, I won the lottery," he replied nonchalantly, flashing a charming smile.Camella narrowed her eyes, unconvinced by his answer. "The lottery?" she repeated skeptically. "That's... unexpected."Jessie looked between her parents, sensing the tension in the air. "Is something wrong, Mommy?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.Camella forced a smile, trying to reassure her daughter. "No, sweetie, everything's fine," she said, forcing herself to believe Gabriel's explanation. "I'm just surprised, that's all."But deep down, Camel
Camella lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind swirling with frustration and anger. She knew she needed to address the situation with Mark, but she needed time to gather her thoughts and plan her next move. With a heavy sigh, she picked up her phone and dialed her supervisor."Hi, it's Camella," she said, her voice slightly hoarse from the stress of the situation. "I'm not feeling well today, so I won't be able to come in."Her supervisor expressed concern and wished her a speedy recovery before ending the call. Camella lay back on her pillow, feeling a mix of relief and misgiving.Meanwhile, at the Wellington Group's office, Mark and his subordinate, Emily, a seductive woman, went for a meeting with the project manager of the Wellington Group. As they settled into their seats, the project manager inquired about Camella, whom he had arranged the meeting with.Mark's expression darkened, and he shook his head disapprovingly. "Unfortunately, Camella won't be joining us today," he r
The project manager maintained his composure, unfazed by Mark's attempt to sway him with the seductive antics of his subordinate. "I appreciate the offer, Mark, but I'm afraid I must insist on dealing with Camella directly," he reiterated firmly.Mark's frustration simmered beneath the surface, evident in the hard glint in his eyes as he turned to his subordinate. "You heard the man," he snapped, his tone tinged with irritation. "Looks like we need to up the ante."The subordinate hesitated, sensing Mark's growing impatience. With a resigned sigh, she reluctantly began to comply, slowly starting to remove her clothes in a bid to escalate the seduction to another level.Mark watched her actions with a mix of annoyance and determination, refusing to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. If he couldn't win over the project manager with words alone, then he was willing to resort to more drastic measures to get what he wanted. As the subordinate continued her seductive display, s
Gabriel finalized the purchase of the car and left for the company with it. Andrei whistled appreciatively as Gabriel pulled into the Baigh company parking lot in his sleek new car. "Wow, Gabriel, that's a sweet ride you've got there," he exclaimed, admiring the shiny exterior.Gabriel grinned, enjoying the attention. "Thanks, Andrei. I just picked it up recently."Andrei walked closer, running his hand along the smooth surface. "Looks brand new to me. Must have set you back a pretty penny."Gabriel chuckled, playing along. "Actually, it's secondhand. Got a good deal on it."Andrei raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Second hand? No way. This looks too good to be secondhand."Gabriel shrugged, still grinning. "Well, you know how it is. Sometimes you just get lucky."Andrei nodded, impressed. "Well, lucky you. It's a beauty, regardless." "Thanks, Andrei," Gabriel said, flashing a grateful smile. "I got a good deal on it, didn't spend much."Andrei chuckled. "Well, it looks like a million
Mark shot the chief security officer a sharp look, urging him to speak up and defend their innocence. With a gulp, the chief security officer cleared his throat and began to vehemently deny the accusations."I swear on my honor that these claims are baseless!" he protested, his voice quivering with a hint of desperation.Mark interjected, his tone firm. "We need to handle this situation calmly and rationally. Resorting to violence is not the solution."But the chief security officer's eyes gleamed with a glint of malice. "If they won't speak the truth willingly, then we must use other means to extract it from them. Take them back to the police station and apply pressure until they crack."Mark recoiled at the suggestion, his expression a mixture of shock and disapproval. "That's not how we operate. We need to find the truth through proper channels, not through coercion."The general manager's gaze shifted between them, his expression grave. "This matter will be thoroughly investigated,