เข้าสู่ระบบThat bizarre offer from Hector Guzman was still on Felix’s mind.Was it wise? The ‘investing’ part was clearly a front door something else. But getting his company back from Ellington Innovations was the real bait. They in obviously weren’t planning to sweetly convince Wren to hand Morell Industries back.Coercion. Blackmail. Leverage. These, and many others could be used to force her hand.Felix could already guess who it was calling his phone for the umpteenth time.“Have you seen the lawyer? Did you follow up? What is the plan?”“I’m looking into some stuff.”“What stuff? You of all people should know we don't have any time for gallivanting. My life is currently a mess and you expect me keep waiting on “some stuff”? Look if I need up dying in this mess, my blood will be on your neck, and I will continue to haunt you, hear me?!”She screamed the last words so loud that
The GPS voice was calm and robotic in the quiet car. Felix followed the directions, turning off the main highway to smaller and smaller roads with no signs. Agnes’s message was still on his phone in the passenger seat: 5 o’clock is the time, don’t be late. He wasn’t going there. He was here instead.This was risky. Stupid, even. Felix knew that. He could be driving right into a trap Wren set up. Or he could walk into a room full of people with cameras, ready to humiliate him on a livestream.Or (and this was the thought keeping his hands steady on the wheel), it could be real.This unknown caller might be someone who actually wanted to help. But this was even scarier, because if they wanted to help Felix, they’d want something back in return, and it might be something bigger than a company he didn’t even own anymore.The lawyer Agnes found was the safe, logical option. Wasn't it better to fight with paperwork and legal cases?
"I must tell you, it was really creepy. Especially when that idiot Ashner said something about us having an affair, and Felix didn’t deny it. He just looked at him and said ‘What’s it to you?’ What the hell?”Grace whistled. “Oof. Okay, that’s bold. He was clearly enjoying it, though. Wouldn’t you? It’s not like he has much else going on in his life right now, thanks to you. A little drama in the boardroom, stirring things up, it’s probably the most exciting thing that’s happened to him in months.”Wren rolled her eyes and flopped sake into the mattress. “Don’t give me sympathy. He made this mess himself.”“Do you think he’s actually changed though? I mean, acting like the perfect secretary…do you think he’s learned his lesson and is genuinely humble now? Or is this just a trick?”“You already know the answer. Of course it’s manipul
The instant Felix sat in his car, he got a call from an unknown number. Lately, paranoia was his new normal. It could be a reporter trying to get a hold of him for some cheap exclusive. How did they always manage to get their hands on his contact no matter how many times he changed it?“Hello?”“Do you want to get your company back?”Felix was immediately taken back by the sudden question.“Who is this?”“Do you want to get your company back?” the person repeated.“Of course I want to get my company back,” Felix snapped in irritation. “What kind of a question is that? Who are you?”“Well, we can help you ““Help me how?”“You should come meet us at the address we’ll send. Come whenever you’re ready to talk.” Then the line went dead.Felix stared at the screen of the phone in awe. His heart was also beating very fast
Another day at work.Another day to endure till his muscles grew tense beyond control.He was in the administrative belly of the Ellington building. Wren had brought him here herself, as an unusual escort for what she said was an organizational task.She pointed at the cabinets. “These contain the due diligence reports, asset valuations, and preliminary integration blueprints for the Morell acquisition. Your task is to organize them by phase, then by subject, then by date. When you're done, create a master index and any inconsistencies.”Wren then handed him a blank ledger and a pen. “Tjere should be no digital copies. Everything stays in the room. I'm sure you understand how sensitive this is.”If only one person was to understand the sensitivity of the task Wren had just given, if was Felix.Right in that room was even information on Morell Industries and Wren's future plans for the company; ranging from what she intended to ke
The name of the gallery Simone worked at was called Aperture.She has been working there for a little over two weeks as the Gallery Coordinator, which meant she managed the calendar, liaised with the six artists the gallery represented, wrote copy for the website, and, three days a week, manned the desk at the entrance. The pay was quite a fraction of what she used to get as monthly allowance from her trust fund. But she still diligently worked anyway.Her coworker, Maya, was a willowy woman with ink-stained fingers and a collection of oversized cardigans. She had a master’s in Art History from a public university. Maya had no idea about the Morells, or their scandal and she has only hired Simone based on the fact that she showed competence during her interview.“Do you think the cobalt piece in the back reads as too confrontational next to the wheatpaste series?” Maya asked one quiet Tuesday afternoon, frowning at the far wall.Simone looked up from her computer. “I think the confron
There are lives built brick by brick. And then there are the moments when one watches the structure tilt, and realises that gravity is no longer a theoretical force but an executioner with perfect aim. Wren was living in the space between architecture and avalanche, which was that terrible pause be
“I’m heading out to meet Sharon.”Wren looked up from the mug she had been staring into, watching the tea bag bleed colour into hot water. “Everything okay?”“Yeah, fine. Just some stuff to go over. You know how it is,” Grace answered lightl
“Has he heard?” Wren asked Omar.There was only one person whose knowledge of her downfall mattered in this particular way. And their awareness of her humiliation would be a secondary punishment layered over the first. But that was kind of a useless question anyway, because of course, her father wo
“Yes I understand, but I’m still not leaving my apartment because of that. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Aside from AJ being around, Grace is also staying with me.”Omar sighed on the other end. “That man died in police custody, I’m sure you und







