"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.
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"Today we are gathered here to witness the matrimonial ceremony taking place between Miss Ford and..." I could not take a good look at the people I knew. Jackson had a sour/betrayed face. Michael and Stacy's faces wore grim looks. Uncle Victor had some emergency regarding the troublemaker trio, so he could not come. Sarah's lips were pursed. And Ben? He was not even here. What happened in the cemetery, should not have occurred. Ben had a pained expression, something I had never seen him wearing except for the time he lost to me by one mark in our biology quiz. I was sad inside my heart, stoicism seen from my face, and blank when it came to mind. Marriage. This word kept on repeating like a broken record. I was getting married today. Victoria Ford was getting married, and people were cheering her on for it. Media coverage. News broadcasting of our marriage on television. "Sweetheart," A charming and irritating whisper invaded my ears. "You don't think you could have gone
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7 Days Ago "And what is that you propose, Mr Atkinson?" My heart thumped. Where was this dreadful feeling creeping in? "Marry me, Miss Ford." This guy, was he right in the head? Why in the hell would he ask me this!? "Mr Atkinson, I suppose we were planning on discussing cooperation against our common enemy. And, not..." I shook my head, taking a deep breath. "Marriage is not a game, Mr Atkinson, " I said again, my fingers digging into my palms. Images of my Mom and Dad's marriage began to invade my vision. "This will not be a true marriage, Miss Ford. I assure you of it." Aaron's tone was casual as if it did not bother him. "We don't have to bind ourselves with the vows." Observing my silence, he raised a brow mockingly. "Or are you like those good girls who have been convinced by this hearsay from their childhood that marriage is a sacred reunion between two partners and that no deceit or fallacy must be in between them? Miss Ford, no one believes in such anymore." I glar
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