THE INVINCIBLE TOP G

Chapter 9

Leaning forward, Gabriel's hand slammed against the desk, causing the general manager to jump in surprise. His eyes blazed with determination as he locked gazes with the manager. 

"Do not test my patience, Manager," he warned, his voice firm and unwavering. "I'm not just another ordinary employee of yours who will succumb to your whims."

He had entered the office with the intention of resigning, but the news of his termination ignited a fire within him. 

“I am not going to take this nonsense and believe me when I say that I'm not taking it lightly either.” He refused to let them off the hook for their thoughtless actions. Who did they think they were, treating him with such disrespect?

“Oh, really?" The manager's face contorted with anger. "You're a nobody, Gabriel," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "What can you do? Who the hell do you think you are to walk into my office and speak so disrespectfully to me?” 

He glared at Gabriel and continued. "Mark was right about you growing wings, but they're so tender. Now, I have clipped them. Let me see what wings you can use to fly. Get out of my office before I treat you like the worthless waste that you are."

"Oh Mark, was he?” Gabriel's smirk widened at the manager's futile attempt to intimidate him. 

“Yes, he was. I certainly do know how to break your feeble wings for good if you put me to the test by not getting out of my office now. Get lost, fool!”

With a nod, Gabriel straightened up, his resolve unshaken. "Alright then," he replied calmly, before turning on his heel and striding out of the office.

As he walked down the hallway, Gabriel retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed Butler Moore's number.

He answered in a second. “Hello, Master. Was the money not enough? Should I send more..?"

 "Hello, Butler. It is not about the money," he stated firmly. "I need you to do something for me now."

"At your service, master," Butler replied without hesitation, his loyalty unwavering.

Gabriel's voice was steady as he issued his command to Butler Moore over the phone. "I want you to bankrupt Baigh Group company in no time from now. Possibly in less than two hours," he instructed, his tone resolute.

Butler Moore's voice crackled with excitement on the other end of the line. "Consider it done, sir," he replied eagerly. "There are several ways we can go about it. We could initiate a hostile takeover, spread rumors of financial instability, or even manipulate the stock market."

Gabriel weighed his options for a moment before giving his final instruction. "Do it the smoothest way possible," he directed, his voice firm. "I don't want any unnecessary chaos or suspicion."

With a reassuring nod, Butler Moore acknowledged the order. "Understood, sir. I will handle it with discretion," he assured before the call ended.

Meanwhile, in his office, the general manager chuckled to himself as he scrolled through the company's financial reports. "Can you believe that fool Gabriel?" he remarked to his assistant who walked in after Gabriel, shaking his head in amusement. "Does he think he can challenge us? He is nothing but a mere annoyance."

His assistant nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's laughable, sir. He is just digging his own grave."

Little did they know, Gabriel's plans were already in motion, and the wheels of fate were turning against them.

As Gabriel made his way towards the exit of the building, his steps were interrupted by the familiar voice of Mark. "Well, well, well, look who it is," Mark jeered, a smug grin plastered across his face. "Seems like you have finally realized you're not cut out for this company after all."