The meeting was finally over, and the shareholders began to leave the meeting room one by one. Some of them came out with sour faces and unpleasant expressions, perhaps due to disapproval or doubts about the plan that had just been presented.They had been engaged in intense discussions and in-depth analysis of the company's future for more than two hours. While many were impressed by the data and strategies presented by Marisa, it was clear that not everyone could be thoroughly convinced.Marisa stood at the front of the meeting room, observing their departure calmly yet thoughtfully. She knew that changing the direction of a large company like this would not be easy and that there would always be skeptics of change. However, his faith in the data and the vision he had laid out gave him the strength to keep going.As this was his first time participating in a more than two-hour meeting, Morel felt a little exhausted. Although he had previously undergone a meeting simulation made by D
Morel's heart skipped a beat when he heard Marisa's distressed voice. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace towards the source of the commotion. As he got closer, he saw Marisa standing tall, her eyes burning with anger, facing off against a man who looked frustrated and angry. Morel felt alarmed as he watched the situation escalate.Marisa sounded so emotional she shouted while glaring at Paul, "Let me go! I told you that I never liked you at all." Marisa struggled to remove her hand from Paul's grasp but remained firm in her stance. Her eyes radiated tremendous courage and firmness.Morel, who saw and heard the situation, found it surprising, "Oh, he is Paul. I knew he was from the Incra family, one of the 15 richest men in the city. I didn't expect that he was Marisa's lover." Morel muttered to himself while staring at the two people from a distance. He choked up, a little surprised by the fact.Paul smiled faintly, grinned with certainty, and said in a calm yet pressing tone, "
Marisa was shocked by what had just happened. She was silent momentarily, her eyes glued to Morel's figure. She was trying to digest all the information and events that had just happened while her mind spun in circles, looking for an explanation. "Are you alright, miss?" Morel asked gently, slightly joking as he addressed Marisa with that formal title.Marisa, still in a state of shock, could only remain silent and nod slowly, trying to compose herself. Her heart was beating fast, and her breathing felt heavy. She took a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to deal with the situation that had suddenly turned chaotic. On the other side, Paul, who had fallen, tried to get up. His face was flushed with anger and embarrassment. "How dare you do this to me!" he shouted angrily. He advanced to attack and launched a series of punches at Morel.However, Morel nimbly dodged every punch Paul threw. His movements were smooth and efficient, like those of a trained fighter used to this situa
Marisa and Morel walked for quite some distance until they finally stopped near Marisa's car. Marisa looked at Morel seriously while running her fingers through her hair. She then flicked her hair back with her hands, a gesture that looked very natural. "What you're doing is crazy," Marisa said sternly. "I'm pretty sure he or his family will get back at us later."Morel, whose face showed a hint of confusion at Marisa's statement, tried to understand Marisa's concern. He felt that there was something he didn't fully understand. "Why do you look unhappy?" Morel asked in a slightly confused tone. "I just wanted to help solve the problem with the person in question. I have no other intention than to help."Although Marisa felt a little happy to have been helped by Morel, she still didn't like involving other people in her problems. "I can take care of my problems," Marisa replied softer but firmly. A faint feeling of gratitude could be seen in her eyes, but she preferred to hide it. Afte
Paul finally arrived at his house with slightly dishevelled clothes and messy hair, resulting from his frequent head scratching during his emotional outburst. Sweat beaded on his forehead, adding to his dishevelled appearance. Once inside the house, without wasting time, Paul headed straight for his father's study, like a child who wants to complain to his parents when facing a big problem.His steps sounded hurried in the quiet hallway, reflecting his restlessness. When he reached the door to the study, he opened it quickly without knocking. "Dadhh," Paul called in a slightly whiney tone, his voice filled with desperation and hope for a solution. He stood in the doorway, looking up at his father with reddened eyes, a sign that he had been crying or very angry earlier.Sitting behind the desk with a severe expression, his father looked straight at Paul. The look in his father's eyes turned to worry when he saw his son's condition. Paul felt as if the heavy weight on his chest could be
At the Incra family residence, it could be seen that Mr Dorma was holding his cell phone with a severe look, trying to contact someone."Hello, Mr. Lancer," he said sternly once someone answered on the other end. "I'd like to discuss something quite important. I hope to get your help replacing Ms. Marissa as company leader with my son, Paul."Mr. Dorma's gaze showed obvious tension, reflecting the urgency and importance of this conversation for the future of the Incra family business.On the other end of the line, there was a moment of silence before Mr. Lancer spoke again, "Replacing Ms. Marissa? Is there a specific reason behind this request?" His voice sounded calm yet questioning, reflecting interest and curiosity over the request he had just heard.Mr Dorma looked at Paul sitting on the chair in front of Mr Dorma's desk and found courage in seeing Paul's spoiled face there. "Yes, Mr. Lancer. I believe Paul has the skills and qualifications to lead this company. He has worked hard
The calmness surrounding Morel in the midst of the big men starkly contrasted with the restlessness felt by the black-clad men who confronted him. They stood scattered around, their sharp eyes glittering with malicious intent, exchanging glances with movements ready to strike at any moment.Cautiously, Morel said calmly, "You can try to attack me, but are you sure you'll succeed?" His sharp eyes pierced their gaze, creating a tense atmosphere between them. The back of his mind had planned for every eventuality, making him like a solid fortress, not vulnerable to any threat.Morel remained calm amidst this threatening situation. His body was erect, a small smile etched on his shady face, contrasting with the long shadows reflected on the wall behind him. He raised his right hand slowly into the air, the movement unhurried without fear or hesitation."Do you think we wouldn't dare attack you for pretending to be so calm?" While a few steps closer, trying to intimidate Morel with their b
All the black-clad men were shocked when suddenly two prominent figures dressed in black appeared from behind Morel. Those who just appeared looked impressive with their large postures and sharp gazes as if they were ready to act to protect Morel or even attack anything that threatened him.The reactions of the black-clothed men, who were initially confused at Morel's casual behavior, now turned into a slight panic because they did not expect Morel to still have such power. They looked at each other with expressions that reflected confusion and uncertainty about what would happen next. This surprise made them realize that the situation had turned more complex and unexpected."Is it just the two of them?" The man in black asked with a hint of mockery. Because their surprise soon turned into relief and even more confidence when they realized that there were only two people against those who outnumbered them. They looked at each other with disdainful expressions, confident they had an ad