ログインThe boardroom remained silent. No one dared to speak. All eyes focused solely on Autumn. Before anyone could truly comprehend what had happened, Rosaria walked straight up to Autumn and landed a harsh slap on her cheek to hit her.Autumn's face angled to the side from the impact. She was momentarily stunned, as was everyone else within the boardroom. Before Rosaria could raise her hand to land another hit, someone who had already snapped out of the shock pulled her away before anything more could happen.“Get your hands off me!” Rosaria shrieked, still fighting aggressively in their hold. “Don’t you see this bitch just ruined the entire project for all of us?!”“Hitting her won’t do anything but get yourself into bigger trouble,” the man spoke gently to her. However, his gaze held pure disgust when looking over at Autumn. “We aren’t savages.”“Mrs. Martins, what is the meaning of this?” an executive asked, his hands folding tightly on the table.“Answer, you bitch, before I add anothe
The day of the board meeting arrived. The directors from the Ministry arrived at the headquarters, and a host immediately ushered them into the grand conference room, where they were to hold the high-stakes meeting.“President Hayes, it’s so good to see you,” the Senior Director said, stepping forward and shaking Liam's outstretched hand.“Likewise,” Liam replied smoothly, gripping the older man's hand firmly.“I hope we are not imposing with this short-notice meeting. “The bosses above wanted to verify our handling of all errors from the previous brief and confirm that everything on your end is progressing well,” the Director stated.At his words, Autumn stiffened in her chair, instantly remembering the grueling issues they had faced in response to the data provided previously. Every single member of the presentation team stiffened as well, the memory of that narrow escape keeping them entirely on edge.“None of that will happen today.” Liam reassured them, “The previous error was a
Sebastian looked at the screen in front of him with mild amusement. However, there was a hidden hint of genuine annoyance in his eyes as he stared at the glowing laptop. He saw it all; he saw who had gone in and who had gone out of the firm’s private server. It was a specialized back-end feature he had personally insisted on being added to the firm's security network for his own use alone.‘I did commission and design that back-door myself,’ he thought, a flicker of pride surfacing at his own technological ingenuity. But then, his smile faltered. The smug bravado left him as the sudden severity of the situation began to sink in. He stroked his chin in deep, troubled thought, his eyes tracking the digital footprints.He knew exactly what the back-end had disclosed. He saw which keycard was used to gain entry, who had authorized the clearance, and exactly who had gone in to see information that they absolutely should not have touched. Clenching his fist, he felt deeply perplexed by the
‘Why do those numbers look familiar?’ She mused to herself as she stared at them. She stared at the numbers written on the document, recognizing them as the same ones that showed evidence of the accounts through which the assets were transferred. ‘A foreign account,’ she mused thoughtfully to herself.The car stopped right in front of the Nexus Corp office building. She paid the cab and zoomed off to her office. “I need to check something,” she whispered to herself.“God, I hope it's not what I am suspecting,” she whispered again as she opened her office door and sat down. She switched on the computer and started typing furiously, never stopping for a moment. She had initially suspected it because the numbers looked familiar, but she knew it was too much of a coincidence to dismiss. In this line of work, you must scrutinize every link or coincidence before dismissing it as something else entirely.Autumn used her computer the moment she arrived at the office. She cross-checked somethi
Autumn woke up earlier than usual today. She had a mission, and that mission complied with finding out more information regarding Miranda’s will. She had already located the firm that handled it: Barnaby & Associates.She had requested the morning off to attend to this, dedicating more of her time to finding out the reason for this. All of this she wanted to uncover was the truth behind Miranda. This was something she couldn’t put off for long. It was something she had tried to avoid, but it felt like something or someone wanted her to find the truth. ‘Maybe Miranda,’ she said to herself, but shook her head. ‘Or maybe I am afraid of Eric being like his father… doing to me what he did to her,’ she thought, gripping her coat tighter and wrapping her arm around her five-month-old belly.Her early quest to find the law firm was a success, so she opted to book an appointment with the head of the firm. She had read an old news article which stated that a certain man named Anthony Stevenson
Seated with his back rested flat against the leather seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, Sebastian couldn’t be anything but furious. A wave of anger burned hot in his chest as he stared through the tinted windshield of his parked sedan.“Sir, don’t you think this is a bit too much?” the man in the passenger seat asked hesitantly. He had been noticing Sebastian’s piercing, unblinking gaze aimed directly at the family of three across the school grounds. He watched as Eric, Autumn, and little Fin finally exited the main building, casually chatting with a few other lingering parents who were trying to strike up a polite conversation with them. “Sir... it’s getting a bit too assertive now,” the man added, his voice trembling slightly as he stared at the completely disassociated expression on his boss's face.“I am being too much?” Sebastian turned his head slowly, his eyes pinning the other man to his seat. He spoke with an eerie, unnatural calmness
The light from the morning sun blinded my eyes, forcing me to squint as I woke up in an unfamiliar room. For a split second, I panicked, my heart racing as I tried to remember where I was. Then, the events of last night crashed into my mind. I buried my face in the silk pillows, blushing at the mem
It had been a few days since the incident at the bistro, and a heavy, suffocating silence had settled between Eric and me. We moved around the estate like two planets in a dangerous orbit—close enough to feel the pull of gravity, but terrified of a collision. I had managed to sneak a text to Marco
The grip Eric had on my waist was bruising. He didn't lead me out of the bistro; he practically hauled me. I could feel the eyes of every single person in the diner on my back, their whispers following us like a funeral procession."Eric, stop! You’re hurting me," I hissed, trying to pry his finger
Autumn stood before the ornate mirror in the foyer, checking her reflection one last time. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers lingering on the leather. She felt like herself again.Chloe, ever the observant shadow, wandered into the foyer with a bowl of sliced fruit, munching slowly. Sh







