Brietta Norman had spent several days now in deep contemplation. On one hand she was absolutely and ridiculously proud of the fact that she had stood up to the Rodneys and had put Ric Wilson and his disgusting sister Emerald in their place as well, and she puffed up with pride at the thought. But on the other hand, she knew she had to apologize to Michelle for her behavior.
You see, Brietta Norman was usually level headed when it comes to these things. She was Queen Bee afterall, and had been for as long as she could remember.
Now most people thought that a position like that was reserved for bimbos but it was not true. Being able to perfectly make people follow you, and look up to your every word takes more than its share of manipulative tactics.
But right now, Briett
Mason laughed with Jonathan as they were finally freed from a four hours long meeting. It was all very exhausting and was not the first thing Mason had wanted to do after his exhausting deal in Singapore.He smiled as he thought about how well everything had turned out in the end. The relief on the old man's face was a testament to his lingering humanity, and it was something Mason vowed to hold dear, but he knew that every single event in his life would test him, tempt him into ruthlessness, but still the relief in the old man's eyes and his thanks was something Mason was not liable to forget in a long time.“What's got you smiling?” Jonathan asked with a curious brow as Mason grinned into his cup of coffee.“What exactly happened in Singapore? He as
“I_its fine. Really.” Brietta tried one last time to get Mason to listen to her, but as usual, he was deaf to her pleas as he looked at her with what looked like very clear contempt.Michelle could not believe that the tables could turn against them so fast. She had not expected Mason to care so much about his friend, and she definitely did not not think about that terrible terrible thing called CCTV footage that catches you at your every unguarded moment and holds on to it like a virus.“It's not fine! I need to see if he really dared to steal from my family. So that appropriate measures would be dealt with.” Mason answered angrily, and Brietta flinched at the veiled statement.“W_well I mean if you insist.” Brietta whimpered, fighting th
The crowds shifted around eagerly as they stared at the two reluctant girls who looked like they were about to cry for a completely different reason now.“Well?!” One of the customers finally spoke up after waiting for a few minutes. “Are you going to tell us! Or released us from this damn prison!” He yelled and Mason turned to glare at Michelle and Brietta, his warning clear.“W_we will speak.” Michelle muttered. “Truth is_.” She stopped her statement, panting heavily at the thought of the painful embarrassment that awaited her.“We lied!” Brietta completed her sentence, her hands twisting and bruising each other as her eyes stared at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing she had seen in a while.
Mason was unable to go inside that evening as he sat in his car and contemplated his choices. He was not guilty for what he did, and he definitely did not feel guilty either, he knew they deserved it, knew they deserved every single harsh word they received that day, but he doubted his wife would think the same thing.He could just feel the chill emanating from his house, most of the lights were off, and all in all the ambience spelt a certain doom for a certain person, most likely him. He sighed again, and contemplated working the night away at the company as an excuse not to go home, but he knew whenever he chose to, the confrontation would still happen, Scarlett would make sure of it.He stepped out of the car slowly, nodding to the many greetings he got along the way, he met Edna Roffman, his head maid, as she took his bag.
Michelle was much too embarrassed the next morning, as usual the saying that time heals all wounds was proven wrong once again, the wounds were still very much fresh, and the scars run deep. She could barely look at the Internet as people certainly had to say about her character without even knowing her.She realized it did not at all feel good to be on the receiving end of gossip and gate, and she doubted she had the mental capacity to handle it.~Mason noticed the tension in the air when he stepped into the grand building of Microloft that morning. Of course due to his status and position it was normal to expect a little bit of tension when he stepped into a room, but this was something else.Every em
Mason was beyond done with the childishness they were displaying. It sickened him that in this late age people could be so judgemental, so superior in their views and perception of themselves. It was sickening indeed.Turning to fix a stare on Brown, he made sure his stare was unwavering. He could see Ronald fighting a faint where he was standing, which made him wonder what gave such a spineless man the guts it took to do what he did.But Brown on the other hand seemed to be enjoying this little stare off as he sat up and made sure he was the sole object of Mason's glare.“An ill bred orphan you say?” Mason asked calmly. Nothing in him betrays his calm veneer. Tension crackled in the ballroom, and everyone seemed to be holding their breaths, suspended
Mason contemplated yet another report that laid in front of him. During the past few weeks the company had seen the highest loss of employees rate it had ever seen, and it did not need a genius to figure out why.Recently, he had been feeling a strong intent against his person whenever he stepped into the building, and whenever he turned, he would see the wimp Ronald Fidson hiding in a corner and staring at him so intensely that Mason felt a little threatened, it was that intense.“Yes Sir?” Rita greeted as she stepped into his office, he beckoned her closer.“What do you think about this? This is the fifteenth employee to quit on us in just two weeks.” He asked, and Rita sighed as she sat down. Mason smiled in the dark as the screen changed to one of Ronald in the women's bathroom, trying to convince them to give up their positions and retire, but the women looked apprehensive and confused, mostly because Ronald looked so at ease in a female designated area, and didn't even flinch when they tried to subtly hint that he should not be there. He simply brushed it away.“Do not worry. I have spent half my life in women's bathrooms.” He said airily, and the ladies exchanged wary looks as they backed away from him and his strangeness slowly, but Ronald was so overcome with his supposed mission, that he didn't even look closely enough to notice their apprehension.The murmuring in the hall steadily increased as a clear path was formed around Ronald and he stood in the middle like some pariah.<The Unassuming Mason Wilde Chapter 105