"He is begging for your mercy, Boss. He says he has got a family to feed."
"Is he still inside the building?" I checked the time and asked Michael, my trusted assistant.
He has always been there with me, helping me with the business I had to take over years ago.
In a way, he is my mentor who has taught me everything I know and has assisted me to become who I am now.
"Yes, he says he won't leave until you meet him."
I sneered, "Heh, the sheer audacity. Call security and have him escorted out."
Michael nodded and started to go out until I stopped him, "Michael."
"Yes, Boss."
"I don't want any drama."
"Noted, Ma'am."
"And for the last time, stop calling me with words like Boss and Ma'am! You are free to call me by my name."
"I can't afford this privilege, Ma'am. It will be burdening for me." Like a professional, Michael refused. As always.
Sighing, I stretched my arms, feeling a dull ache due to working constantly, "I can't argue with you. Go and settle that Murphy. We can't tolerate him any longer."
"On it." Once Michael was gone, I got up from my seat and went to the glass window which showed the clear sky. No clouds, no birds, it was simply empty and it looked so serene.
However, the serenity was only for some minutes as loud noises started to come from outside.
What has happened now?
When the noise still did not stop, I moved toward the door only to stop in the middle when a figure barged into the spacious room.
"Get away from me. Let me go in!"
He was a bald man with a bulging belly and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Maybe this was the first time he had run this much coming upon the 18th floor.
"It's amazing, Mr Murphy, how you still came here asking to meet me after what you have done," I smirked, "I am truly impressed."
Robert Murphy seemed ready to pass out any minute.
Seeing me laugh, he kneeled, trying to touch my feet. As if on cue, I swiftly backed away. He had nothing but dust to touch.
"Miss Ford!"
"Ah?" I arched a brow. Did he just call me Miss Ford when all the employees here call me Boss?
Oh, wait. He is not an employee anymore.
"B-Boss..." He stuttered.
"Please have mercy on me. You can't simply just dismiss me!"
"Why can't I, Mr Murphy? I make the calls here." Grinning, I inched closer to him, towering over him.
"I have been working here for years..."
"And what did you do after working here for years?"
"I... I.." Robert Murphy glanced everywhere but at me. I could tell he was guilty. Well, he should be.
"I apologise, Boss. He suddenly ran away. I didn't know he was here." Michael arrived at my office, taking deep breaths.
Is my office that high and impossible to reach? It seems fine to me, though.
"I'm... I have always been loyal to this company..." Weakly, Mr Murphy tried to say.
"Michael, display Mr Murphy's loyalty." I smiled. I wonder what his reaction will be.
Hearing my command, Michael brought a light-coloured file in front of me.
Taking it from him, I threw it at the nervous man, my amusement completely gone, and got replaced with a scowl.
Mr Murphy appeared startled as he started skimming through several documents and pages, his eyes popping out and his face started to get paler and paler, if possible.
This very file contained all the records related to Robert Murphy's so-called loyalty to the company.
The people he conned all these years under the name of Empire Group of Industries, selling the company shares to others secretly, the missing money from the company's account.
It is difficult to name every fraud since the list is too long.
"Do you want to say something, Mr Murphy?"
Silent, he did not look at me again.
"I'm already showing too much mercy by not giving you out to the police." I paced towards my desk, throwing one last glance at Robert Murphy.
"Michael."
"Throw him out and make sure he never gets to scam anyone again." Or get a job in the same country as long as I live there.
I did not need to say this much since Michael was capable and understood my ways.
"Yes, Boss." A minute later, three bulky bodyguards appeared and took Robert Murphy with them to escort him out. Cordially, I hoped so. Not.
It was again calm in the room yet the vibes here were not the same.
Damn it. That d*mn Murphy ruined the environment.
Just as I was about to give a call to the staff for my favourite dark coffee, my phone rang.
It showed the name, Kristina.
As soon as I picked it up, I was greeted by a boisterous voice, making my ears hurt.
"There's a family dinner this evening at 7. You must come."
"Fine." My voice came out neutral and the call was dropped.
I still had a couple of hours left, so I started reading the emails I received this morning.
The site we wanted to establish a project on was being auctioned next week.
I frowned.
Was this not already decided that we were going to buy this land? The deal was to be signed two days later this week, I recall.
How come it was going to enter an auction?
Gazing at the pictures on the site, I was determined to purchase it.
The land was an excellent place to start our Million-dollar mall project. The land came across as barren and rough at first, but it was estimated by the experts that the commercial value of the land would be doubled and thriving in the following years.
I was keeping an eye on this for a year and a half and was certain that I was going to be the buyer of it in the end.
The land's value was not known to many people, so I was pleased to have less competition around.
Though the reason was unknown why no businessman ever tried to buy it.
"Check who was managing this." I typed.
Minutes later I got a reply which said, "It was Mr Robert Murphy, Boss."
My eyes twitched.
Robert Murphy again.
It seems I was truly merciful.
"Help me reserve a seat in that auction. I will go there myself." I told Michael on the earpiece and started the engine. I wanted to meet the owner who backed away from his words and have a friendly talk with him. The work hours ended. Thus just like everyone, I too left the office. At this moment, I wished I had more work and more reports to check and go through. Going back to that place was the most dreadful thing I evaded at any cost, at any chance I could get. Yet here I am, going to that place again. "I'm here," I informed and the entrance door opened instantly. Taking slow steps I was met with an old woman who was there waiting for me in the hallway. She looked down when I bravely locked eyes with her as if wanting to hide away from me. But did she hide and run away? Nope. She stood shamelessly without flinching when she saw me again. She even smiled like she was glad to see me. "Victoria..." She came forward but I created a distance between us, stepping back. "It's M
Once we had taken seats in his study, Stefan Ford started. "I heard you have been wanting to buy a piece of land and preparing for it for a year or two." I raised a brow. I thought my movement was subtle. Or maybe someone was bought off by him behind my back. "Yes, it's going to be in the auction next week." "I can help you." "You can?" I looked at him. "S.A Ford Inc. is sponsoring that event this time. With my one call, the land would not be shown to others and you can keep it for yourself," Stefan Ford said. I am confident he is not this nice. He would never help me for nothing. "Yes, but I have a condition that you have to fulfil first." Of course, a condition. I sneered. I did not want his help, but I wanted to see for myself how could my dear father help me. "You have to merge S.A Ford Inc. with the Empire Group of Industries and make me have 40% authority in the company." 40%? Stefan Ford was surely playing smart. He wanted to be merged with the company my grandfathe
"Boss." The young bartender was shocked as he first glanced at me and then at his Boss. "You two know each other?" "She's the Vicks I told you about last time," His boss replied. His vibrant-pink spiky hair came into my view. Last time it was green, wasn't it? "I'm sorry for earlier, Ma'am." The bartender whose name was Brody, his eyes widened and he bowed, apologetic. "I d-didn't know." "That's fine. Don't bow." I nodded at him, "And about my order..." "Virgin Margarita." His boss told him on my accord. "On it." The bartender started mixing the drink at a rapid rate. Quickly, he placed the drink in front of me and scurried away. "Is he intimidated by me?" I asked. "He's new. Harry left 2 weeks ago." The Boss answered. "That British guy? He was cute." "He was depressed after not seeing you for a long time and he was making mistakes. One customer almost beat him to death, so he resigned the next day." Poor guy. He was polite. "So, finally you decided to show up, huh? Thou
7 days had passed in a blur. It was true when they said that time passes and you don't even know it when you are happy in your space. Taking out a black dress from the closet, I was alleviated. I was finding an occasion to wear it, and this current time could not be any better. "All the preparations have been done, Boss. We're waiting for your orders." I nodded, my words oozing with confidence, "It's time to get our land back." Reaching there, the first thing I did was to meet the one who allowed the land to be a part of the auction. "Nice to see you again, Mr Kingsley." "M-Miss Ford, you're here..." Douglas Kingsley let out a nervous laugh. "You indeed look busier than I thought. Might be the reason for not picking up the calls." "Haha, ...yeah. Busy, yes." I noticed how he kept averting his eyes. "Mr Kingsley, you don't seem happy after seeing me." I raised a brow. "N-No, I am! I am delighted to have you here. It's just... I'm surprised to see you attending today." "Wel
Since the room had dim light, I could not distinguish the face. 7 days had passed in a blur. It was true when they said that time passes and you don't even know it when you are happy in your space. Taking out a black dress from the closet, I was alleviated. I was finding an occasion to wear it, and this current time could not be any better. "All the preparations have been done, Boss. We're waiting for your orders." I nodded, my words oozing with confidence, "It's time to get our land back." Reaching there, the first thing I did was to meet the one who allowed the land to be a part of the auction. "Nice to see you again, Mr Kingsley." "M-Miss Ford, you're here..." Douglas Kingsley let out a nervous laugh. "Mr Kingsley, you don't seem happy after seeing me." I raised a brow. "N-No, I am! I am delighted to have you here. It's just... I'm surprised to see you attending today." "Well, I got an invitation," I flapped the invitation card in front of his face. "You see I couldn't le
"Lighten up already. Why are you in a sullen mood!?" When I met Sarah, she easily detected what I was keeping in me. Uncle Max was a pretty laid-back person and advised me to look forward to the future instead of dwelling on the past. But a thought that still poked my heart and mind was: My hard work was stolen, and things like this had never occurred to me. That damn Atkinson. I will scratch his handsome face if I see him ever smirking at me again. "You don't know what happened to me this weekend," I grumbled. It was a happy-sad situation I was in. "It's my show, Vicky! I'll not be able to focus if you remain sad." Sarah exclaimed, her eyes large. Sighing, I got up and grabbed her shoulders, standing right in front of her. She was cute when she tried to look taller than me. She was 5'4 and I was 5'6. "Alright, Sarah, I'll try to be positive." I showed a small smile. Sarah was my best friend and she invited me here. I should support her instead of spoiling the great atmosphere.
"Why are you smiling?" I narrowed my eyes. "Because you, Victoria Ford, are the most powerful woman I have ever seen. It's evident the board members will be afraid of you." "They respect me!" I lightly punched his arm making him wince. "Literally too." I rolled my eyes. "Why are you here in this room?" "Do you know who your partner is?" Blinking my eyes, I asked, "...I have a partner?" "Sarah." After a minute, we both sighed in unison. "God!" "I have never seen any place this packed before!" An excited Sarah hurriedly entered the room before she paused and gushed at the two of us. "You're both ready. Look at you two! Gorgeous." "Sarah, tell her who is her partner," Ben said. Judging by her sheepish expression, I could tell she had forgotten to inform me. Typical of her. "So he's my partner?" "Yeah... The gown you're wearing defines regalia, my next clothing line, and it needed a partner. I knew you don't get along with strangers, so I called Ben to accompan
I felt my head shake as the world around me spun. The familiar music was blaring. The people were busy swaying their bodies to the rhythm. I glanced at Sarah helplessly, who had started getting tipsy from one glass of her drink. I knew she could not hold her liquor. "You aren't old. Don't act like one, Vicky. Match my pace." Pouting, she grabbed my hand and started doing those moves I adored. As a minute passed, I could not help but match with her. A careless laugh escaped my mouth as I moved. The high school dance class we both used to take came to my mind. After all these years, I still had not forgotten any single step. As if it were only yesterday that we learnt dancing. A hand suddenly touched mine, and I looked up to see none other than Mr Arrogant of all. What was he doing here? Was it not much of a coincidence? First Auction. Then Sarah's Fashion Show. Now this club. As the saying goes, enemies are destined to meet on a narrow path. I kept meeting him, an