MasukBy morning, O’Neil Corp no longer felt like a single body. It felt like a house with quiet doors closing.Celine sensed it the moment she stepped into the headquarters. The lobby was the same, glass, steel, controlled elegance but the energy had shifted. Conversations stopped when she walked past. “Did you hear?” one whispered, not knowing Celine was close enough to catch the tension if not the words.“I heard Alex is already talking to—”Their voices faded as Celine passed, her heels striking the marble floor with deliberate calm. She kept her head high, but every step felt heavier than the last. This was her company. She had rebuilt it, steadied it, expanded it. Yet now, she moved through it like a guest whose welcome had expired.In her office, Ella stood by the window, tablet in hand, her usual efficiency shadowed by unease.“It’s starting,” Ella said quietly.Celine didn’t ask what. She already knew.Department heads were requesting “clarification” on reporting lines. Executive
The city was already asleep when Celine walked into Barrister Okoro’s office, but the lights were still on, sharp and unforgiving. The only sound one could hear was just the quiet hum of the air conditioner. She dropped her bag on the chair opposite his desk and remained standing, arms crossed, jaw tight. The events of the evening replayed in her head with brutal clarity—Alex’s calm voice, Melissa’s neat files, the board’s silence. It felt less like a meeting and more like an execution announced in advance.Okoro studied her for a moment before speaking. He had learned, over the months, when to let her breathe and when to deliver the truth without softening it.“They didn’t come empty-handed,” he said calmly.Celine let out a short, humourless laugh. “No. They came with my grandmother’s ghost.”Okoro nodded, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a thick, yellowed document. He placed it gently on the table between them, as though it might explode if handled roughly.“This,” he sa
Celine barely felt her feet touch the marble floors as she walked through the glass doors of O’Neil Corp headquarters that evening. The building, once a place of certainty and command, felt foreign under the harsh white lights. Ella’s trembling voice still echoed in her head, each word landing like a delayed explosion. Alex is at the office. With the board. Moving to unseat you.She pushed through the corridor toward the executive boardroom, her stride sharp, controlled, but fueled by disbelief. Assistants looked up from their desks, sensing the shift in energy, but no one stopped her. No one dared. The closer she got, the quieter it became, as though the building itself was holding its breath.The boardroom doors were already closed.Celine opened them without knocking.The sight waiting for her landed harder than she expected.Alex O’Neil sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his posture relaxed, hands folded neatly in front of him. He looked nothing like a man attempting
Celine returned home just before evening settled fully into the city, the sky still holding onto streaks of pale gold and grey. The mansion gates closed behind her car with a muted finality, and for the first time since the verdict was delivered, she allowed herself to breathe without restraint. The trial was over. Evelyn Brooks was going to prison. Barbra had been sentenced. Adam had been cleared. Justice had been served.Inside the house, the mood was noticeably lighter than it had been in weeks.Carter was the first to speak when she walked into the living room, his posture relaxed in a way she had not seen since before the assassination attempt. Collins stood near the window, a glass of wine already in his hand, his expression satisfied but alert, as though relief did not erase instinct. Emilia hovered nearby with her tablet forgotten on the couch, smiling openly for once. Barrister Okoro sat comfortably in an armchair, her jacket off, looking less like a courtroom general and
The courtroom was packed long before the judge took his seat. Journalists lined the back rows, their notepads ready, eyes sharp with anticipation. Observers whispered in low tones, speculating on whether Evelyn Brooks would finally be held accountable or somehow slip through the cracks of the justice system as she had done so many times before. Today was not just about her. Barbra and Adam Brooks were here too, facing judgment for their roles—direct or indirect, in the long chain of destruction that had brought them all to this room.Celine O’Neil sat at the plaintiff’s table dressed in black, her posture elegant and controlled. To the outside world, she looked calm, unshaken, almost distant. Inside, however, everything churned. Years of pain, humiliation, physical trauma, and relentless preparation pressed against her chest. This was the end point she had imagined through sleepless nights and silent breakdowns. Yet now that it was here, it felt heavier than she had expected.Acr
The Brooks mansion sat under a heavy, unsettling stillness that pressed against the walls and lingered in the air. Adam and Barbra sat on opposite ends of the living room, both facing the television without truly watching it. The past weeks had drained them in ways neither had words for. Every headline, every whispered comment, every look of pity or judgment had chipped away at what remained of their pride.In one corner of the room, Evelyn Brooks sat rigidly in her armchair, fingers wrapped tightly around the leather armrest, knuckles pale beneath her flawless manicure. Bail had returned her to the mansion, but not her power. The house no longer bowed to her presence. It merely tolerated it.The news anchor's voice shifted tone, smooth but deliberate."…in breaking business news, following its financial collapse, Brooks Enterprises has officially been sold."Adam straightened slowly, his breath hitching. Barbra leaned forward, sensing what was coming before the words landed."The







