The Billionaire's Secret Life

Chapter 7

"The company's situation is not good." Marrisa looked rather thoughtfully at the staff waiting for her.

She had just come out of the meeting room. On the agenda for this meeting, there were reportedly some rather complicated issues, so she could not ignore them.

Marrisa headed for her office, followed by several of her subordinate staff who used to take direct orders from her and divide the tasks among the others. She sat down at her desk, a pile of work waiting on the table for her to review.

Marrisa raised her face to look at them seriously. "Regardless of the current state of the company, we must also prepare to welcome the new leader of the Spencer family. Be sure not to make mistakes and be disrespectful to her." She told them so sternly.

They nodded immediately. "Yes, ma'am." After that, they left immediately.

Marissa went back to what she was doing, but for a moment, she was silent. Her face suddenly reddened as she remembered her encounter with Morel. Even though it was only for a moment, their encounter had made quite an impression.

A small laugh appeared on Marissa's face. "She lives in the same place as me, so we'll meet again." She continued what she had been doing.

The next day, at the residence where Morel lived. He seemed to be fixing something and ready to go out. He left his room and passed Doris downstairs.

"I want to go somewhere." He said that in passing and was about to leave, but Doris followed him closely.

Doris watched Morel closely as he caught up with him. "What do you want to do, sir?" He asked because it was his job.

As Morel's servant, it was natural for Doris to know everything about Morel's needs and affairs so that he could prepare what Morel needed and serve Morel properly without any shortcomings.

Morel gave him a cursory glance. "I'm returning to my workplace, as I have something to return there." He kept walking towards the exit.

Doris glanced at Morel's right hand, then extended his hand to take over Morel's luggage. "Give it to me, sir. Let me bring it." He was being polite.

Morel glanced in the direction of Doris' gaze, then looked at him. "You don't have to."

Doris looked at him doubtfully. "If there's anything you want to return, let me do it for you. You can stay here and give the order so I can do it immediately." He stood in front of Morel, making him stop his steps.

Morel looked at him flatly, not thinking about it at all. "I can do it myself, so you don't need to follow me." He refused firmly.

Morel was not used to that. Something he could do himself did not need to be done by someone else. After all, what he wanted to return were his work things. He had his principles. When he started something then, he would also end it without involving anyone.

That day, he had come to work alone, so he would resign from his job alone and in person. He was well-versed in ethics, so he wouldn't ignore that.

Doris looked upset momentarily, then he took his car keys and held them out to Morel. "Alright then, sir. But at the very least, you should bring a vehicle there so I don't have to worry about it." Doris didn't want to be labeled as an incompetent servant.

If possible, he wanted to organize everything down to the smallest detail. But it might be a little tricky for Morel to accept that. But he couldn't let Morel's decision go any further than that. At least he didn't want Morel to walk here and there without a vehicle and be crowded with others in public transportation.

Morel looked at Doris, who seemed determined not to let him go. So Morel accepted the car keys with a sigh. "Alright." So he quickly left, exiting the palace in the RollRoyce he had brought.

After about 30 minutes, he drove and arrived at his workplace as a food delivery boy. Because the lot was inadequate and too narrow, Morel parked his vehicle in another building with a parking lot for cars, then got off and walked with the paper bag he wanted to return.

A man who was the same age as him looked at Morel from a distance intently. He, who had been busy arranging the orders he needed to deliver, stopped and raised his hand towards Morel. "Hey, you!" He exclaimed because of their distance. "Where have you been lately? The boss was furious that you didn't show up." He reported what happened in passing. Morel watched him, then nodded, reacting to what the man had told him. "Yes, I'm going to see him."

The place was still bustling, several motorbikes were parked in front, and people wearing yellow jackets, the same color as the fast food restaurant building, came out with large bundles and arranged them in boxes behind their motorbikes.

The man looked at Morel with a slow sigh, looking pityingly at Morel. "Poor guy, he might not be employed at this place anymore." He then quickly shook his head, shaking off his feelings to refocus. "Ah, never mind, what was I thinking? I need to focus on work." He went back to tidying up his work and put on a helmet in the same color as his jacket.

Morel ignored that and walked into the restaurant. Inside, he met several other workers. They began to stare at him with disturbing looks.

"What is he doing here? Does he think this is his company?" The snide comment was overheard as he walked in.

The man arranging the orders he brought looked at Morel sarcastically. "He's shameless. After not showing up for days on end and leaving the scooter he was carrying near the shop, now he shows up like nothing happened." He chuckled, glanced at Morel, and then returned to his work.

"He's annoying." One of them gave him a sharp look.

Morel didn't respond to that at all, he ignored their remarks and kept walking towards his boss's room, but his feet were stopped by two employees standing in front of him.

"What are you doing? "If you came to beg for a job again, you can't now." He spoke with a glare that scorned Morel. "The boss has already fired you, so leave."

The man next to the man grinned at him. "You were fired without any compensation or severance pay."

Who cared about that? Morel gave him a flat look. "I didn't come for that. I came to return this." He indicated the item he was carrying with a small gesture.

But the two people snatched the paper bag away and looked at the contents inside. They grinned at the sight. "don't quibble. Just say you want to beg, using the excuse of wanting to return things like this again." They laughed.

Because of the commotion, their boss, who was in the room, came out and saw Morel. As his eyes fell on Morel, his temper suddenly rose. "Hey, Morel! Where have you been?! How come you just showed up now?" His loud voice filled the room. "You bastard."

Morel ignored the man's harsh words. "Something happened, so I can no longer work here." He prepared to resign.

The man looked at him sarcastically. "Even if you begged and cried and begged at my feet, I still wouldn't allow you to work here anymore." He was arrogant, thinking he owned everything and Morel depended on him.

Morel gave him a sharp look. "I won't do that. I only returned the work equipment because I no longer need it."

Those who were there and heard Morel's words thought that Morel's attitude was very arrogant, and it upset them.

Because of his arrogance, their boss was planning to teach him a lesson. "You should have returned it before it disappeared." He didn't run out of excuses to make fun of Morel. "This item was considered stolen a few days ago. Although it was returned today, it was too late. So you have to compensate."

Morel stared at the man intently. He knew the man was talking nonsense. "I have returned it, and nothing is missing or lacking." He emphasized that point.

The man glared at him more sharply. "Still, because you brought the item with you, we need to buy a new one, and that's a loss for us. So you have to pay for it." The man insisted.

Morel looked at him coldly. There was no such regulation before. Her being unilaterally dismissed without compensation could still be considered reasonable since he did not report her condition immediately.

The man looked away and nodded his head slowly. "If you do not compensate immediately, I will not let you out of this building."

Morel smiled flatly at him. "Ah, so I'm being blackmailed right now?" He looked at the man fixedly.