Third person POVStephen was being beaten so badly as pain surged through every part of his body that he couldn't stand on his feet. He winced in pain as he couldn't stop shooting her a menacing glare. The hatred in him grew as he tried to stand up but staggered."Didn't I warn you? I thought you had renewed hope; that's why you've been running your mouth. But this is all you will always get." He was angry by her display of power, the feeling to strangle her to death grew, and for the umpteeth time, he gulped down nothing."But you should be aware that this isn't over yet, my judgment on you will be fierce, and I will make you suffer because I now have an a strength. I am going to crush you to your own feet. You will seek mercy, but none will find you. I will bring down everything that made you and lessen your arrogance. You will pay for everything, all the pain you made me pass through." His words sent some shivers down her spine, but she tends to be unshaken, and she burst into laug
Stephen POV"How are you gonna do that? Is that even possible?" President Karen asked unbelievably, her voice clear with disbelief. I chuckled loudly, a mischievous glint in my eyes. The room grew tense. "Don't underestimate me," I replied confidently, a cunning smile playing on my lips. "I have their secrets, I know so much about them." President Karen couldn't help but exhale sharply, her doubt briefly overshadowed by curiosity. And then, out of the blue, President Karen hit me with a question that caught me off guard. "Did you love Susan?" Her voice was no longer filled with doubt but with a genuine sense of intrigue. My mind raced, searching for the right words to steer this delicate terrain. The unexpectedness of her question added an electric charge to the room, leaving both of us vulnerable in its wake. "Love?" I hesitated, contemplating my response. "I think I was starting to love her before," I admitted, my voice tinged with a hint of longing. "But she's a complicated pers
"Or else what?" My Voice filled with anger, which escalated the room."Do you just yell at me?" I burst into laughter."Mr. Clinton, time has passed, this is a new me. Stop daydreaming, if you tried anything, you might be apologetic about it." I hanged up the phone and dropped the telephone on the table, reminiscing about my past I used to be a shadow of myself, taking him and his household first just due to the fact they had been wealthy, but it's all over now. I tried to consume it up, I wager I lost my appetite, but I couldn't see myself wasting a persons effort. She had taken her time to put together this and i can't waste it, and moreover, why shouldn't i eat? I cannot starve for those people; they are not really worth it. I digged into the meals and I by no means launched it. I completed the food within some minutes. I bet I was starving. After eating, I decided to put my time into getting to know matters about business. I know I am smart enough to control the company, however a
I dashed inside the changing room and change Into the engineering cloth, I look at myself in the mirror to check if my hair isn't messed up, I am someone that loves fashion, but I can't do that when I don't have the money, right? I need to do something fun after work today, maybe going shopping with president Karen, she's a very good woman and I see her as my mother, I hope my mother is as open as she's. My phone ring out loud and I brought it out from the pocket before swiping on the answer button."Good morning, father," I replied, the warmth in my voice reaching his ears as he chuckled on the other end of the line. "I didn't reach out to you yesterday, and you decided not to call either. I wanted to see if you would initiate the contact, but instead, you chose to call your mother," he playfully remarked. And I chuckled in response. "I apologize, father. I was occupied with various tasks yesterday, which prevented me from making the call. I sincerely apologize for not reaching out
Chapter 19"Sir," I said, my voice determined yet respectful, "you should at least listen to what I have to say." As the words left my lips, he scoffed loudly. "What did you have to say?" he retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Is it not the same old story? I'm done with your company, and that president of yours dared to humiliate me," he says, his words filled with a mix of fury and intrigue. I couldn't help but question the veracity of his claims. The president, Karen, whom I knew, seemed incapable of such malicious acts."I am not here to repeat the old story. Can we have a conversation, even just for a few moments? I promise not to take up too much of your time," I said calmly, determined to engage him in a meaningful discussion. His gaze locked onto mine for what seemed like an eternity before he let out a scoff. "You're new to the company, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I haven't seen your face before," he remarked, observing me with a slight nod of
Chapter 20My eyes were filled with a variety of doubts. Where exactly was he heading?"Speak up, Mike; I am listening" My curiosity got over me."He asked me to steal a file from President Kaden. I tried to decline, but he threatened to make me lose my job" I was dazed, has he revealed it, and I took time to gulp down my lumps."Why do you agree?"I attempted to keep the chat flowing."What could I do? It took me years to be able to get in as an intern, and now I feel like I am a thief, I haven't stolen in my entire life. He manipulated me, and I feel so angry at myself. I thought getting a job here would change my life, but it's just the beginning of a mischievous life for me. I am losing myself, and I am scared of going back to that life where you can't even afford a complete meal" His voice was filled with sincerity and regret."Where's the file now?"I questioned."The file is safe, but I don't know. Maybe I should return it to the company and confess my crime and get punished, or
Chapter 21"And you think announcing it tomorrow will help? Come on, Mr. Smith is a very smart person. We need to approach this carefully. Do you have any evidence that he asked you to bring the file?" President Karen asked. "Him asking me to steal the file is evidence enough to bring him down," I replied confidently. President Karen couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You have a lot to learn. You can't catch people like that with mere words. You need to catch him in the act," President Karen explained, and I nodded in agreement. "Alright, tomorrow is Friday. I'll make sure to get it done before next week," I replied, determined to prove myself. "That's a good idea. What did you want me to do to Mike?" she asked. "I don't want you to hurt him. Mike is a good person. I wish you could see how remorseful he is. The situation is really affecting him," I said, my voice filled with compassion. President Karen smiled in response. "There's no room for pity in this world. He might be
Chapter 22"I recorded our conversation, because Mr. Arbert asked me to. I didn't give it to him," he explained, his words emphasizing the discreet nature of the evidence. Realizing the potential value of the flash drive, I quickly accepted it from his hand, grateful for the additional leverage it could provide. "Thanks, this will go a long way," I says, appreciating the evidence we now possessed. "Let's meet up later. Today is Friday. We can go have some fun at the club to clear our heads," I suggested, hoping to provide a temporary escape from the intensity of our situation. He nodded in agreement, a hint of relief in his expression. "That's a good idea," he responded.As we stepped inside the engineering office, the bustling atmosphere engulfed us. The sound of chatter and the faint hum of computers filled the air. The office space was abuzz with activity, with engineers hunched over their desks, engrossed in their work. I glanced over at Mike, who seemed lost in thought, his gaz