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,
As the general manager hesitated to respond to their demands, Mark's impatience boiled over, and he slammed his fist on the table. "This is outrageous! Send him away, now!"But before the general manager could utter a word, Mark and the chief security officer unleashed a barrage of insults at Gabriel, their voices rising with each word.Gabriel, weary of their incessant clamor, finally spoke up, his tone cutting through the chaos like a knife. "Enough! Your incessant noise is disrupting this meeting. Let me make one thing clear: I am not here to be belittled by the likes of you."The chief security officer recoiled at Gabriel's sharp words, momentarily stunned into silence. Gabriel's gaze bore into him with a steely resolve, challenging him to speak up again.The general manager's support for Gabriel sent shockwaves through the room, but Mark remained defiant, refusing to back down. "This is outrageous! You can't possibly condone his behavior," Mark spat, his face contorted with anger.
The chief security officer scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is absurd! Gabriel, you're just a low-level employee. Don't go around making ridiculous claims."Mark chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, Gabriel, I didn't know we had a comedian in our midst. Maybe you should try stand-up instead of pretending to be a shareholder."Before Gabriel could respond, the general manager intervened, his voice commanding attention. "Enough! Gabriel is telling the truth. He is indeed the new shareholder and heir to the Wellington family."The room fell silent as everyone processed the shocking revelation. Andrei, who had just entered, stared at Gabriel in astonishment, his mouth agape.Gabriel remained composed, nodding in confirmation. "That's correct. And as the new biggest shareholder, I intend to take an active role in the company's operations."Mark and the chief security officer exchanged sheepish glances, realizing their mistake. Meanwhile, the general manager contin
The chief security officer clasped his hands together, his voice trembling with desperation as he continued to plead for mercy. "Please, I beg of you," he implored, his eyes darting between Gabriel and Mark. "It was all Mark's fault. He's the one who—"Mark's temper flared at the accusation, his patience wearing thin as he cut in sharply. "Don't try to shift the blame onto me," he snapped, his words laced with frustration. "You know what you did, and you're the one who—"Gabriel leaned forward in his chair, a gleam of excitement dancing in his eyes as he watched the drama unfold before him. "Ah, the blame game," he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "Such a fascinating display of human nature."The chief security officer and Mark exchanged heated words, each refusing to back down as they sought to absolve themselves of guilt while simultaneously pointing fingers at the other. Gabriel reclined in his seat, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle playing out before him. After al
Camella's footsteps faltered as she approached the company's entrance, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight before her. Mark and the chief security officer knelt on the ground, their heads bowed in contrition.Confusion clouded Camella's features as she listened to their apologies, her mind racing to make sense of their sudden change in behavior. "I don't understand," she admitted, her voice tinged with disbelief. "What's going on?"Mark looked up, his expression pained as he met Camella's gaze. "We owe you an apology," he began, his voice heavy with regret. "We accused you falsely, and for that, we are truly sorry."The chief security officer nodded in agreement, his own guilt evident in his downcast eyes. "It was a mistake," he confessed, his voice filled with remorse. "We let our emotions cloud our judgment."Camella's brow furrowed in confusion, unable to comprehend the sudden change in their behavior. "But why now?" she pressed, her voice tinged with curiosity.Mark hesitat