Masuk"Ms. Dean," Mr. Luther continued, his tone no longer carrying the earlier admiration but instead laced with clear displeasure, "I think the company has no need for someone like that."The words fell heavily into the room, and for a brief moment, no one moved. The air itself seemed to hold still, waiting for something to break."Tessa, please leave," Lauren said quickly, turning toward her with a composed expression that barely concealed the satisfaction beneath it. Her voice carried the practiced smoothness of someone who had rehearsed this moment. "This is no place for you."Tessa's fingers tightened into fists at her sides, her knuckles whitening with the effort of restraint. She looked around the room slowly; at the faces watching her, at Lauren's carefully arranged expression, at the way Mr. Luther had already begun to distance himself from her with the slight lean of his body.Then something inside her snapped."Lauren," she said, her voice cutting through the silence like the
Sandra leaned closer to Tessa, her shoulder almost brushing against hers as she tilted her head slightly to conceal her words. “Isn’t this the design draft that you gave to me?” she whispered, her voice tight with unease. “Why is it now Lauren’s?”Tessa's eyes stayed on the screen, steady and focused, as if she were studying the presentation like any other observer in the room. But there was a quiet intensity in her gaze now, something sharper than before. She recognized every detail being displayed: the layering of the gemstones, the balance of light and shadow, the subtle symbolism woven into each piece. It wasn't just similar to her work. It was her work.Still, her face remained composed, giving nothing away.At the front of the room, Lauren stood tall, holding the presentation remote with a firm but elegant grip. She moved with confidence, turning between the screen and the audience like a professional, her voice smooth and controlled.“We’re naming this line of jewelry From
The Ecofel conference room carried an air of deliberate sophistication, but beneath its polished surface lay something far less composed. The long glass table stretched across the center of the room, gleaming under the overhead lights, reflecting not just the figures seated around it but the tension that lingered quietly in the air. Curtis sat at the head of the table, his posture straight and authoritative, though the firmness in his expression felt more forced than natural. Beside him, Lauren sat with effortless poise, her back straight, her shoulders relaxed, and her lips curved into a faint, confident smile. There was something almost radiant about her composure, as though she had already secured victory long before the meeting had even begun.Across from them, Tessa sat quietly, her presence calm yet commanding in a way that did not rely on display. Her expression was neutral, her eyes steady, revealing nothing of what she felt or thought. Her stillness was not weakness; it
The atmosphere in the private lounge was calm, refined, and carried the subtle elegance of a place meant for important conversations. Soft lighting reflected off the polished surfaces, while the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, creating a setting that was both relaxed and professional.Tessa sat comfortably on a plush couch, her posture composed and confident. One leg was crossed over the other, and she held a cup of coffee lightly in her hand. Her expression carried a professional smile: controlled, polite, and measured, revealing nothing beyond what she chose to show.Opposite her, yet seated close enough to maintain a conversational intimacy, sat Mr. Wesley.He leaned slightly forward, his attention completely absorbed in the stack of design sketches laid out before him. One by one, he flipped through the pages, his brows occasionally lifting in appreciation, his fingers pausing over certain designs as though committing them to memory.A cup of coffee sa
“Curtis, Mr. Pedro can make Zoe apologize to Tessa.” Lauren said softly, her voice carrying that familiar gentle tone she always used when she wanted to appear harmless. She stood a few steps away from him, her posture composed, her hands loosely clasped together as though she had nothing to hide. “Then, of course, she can instruct Zoe to accuse me.”Curtis stared at her for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, as though weighing her words carefully. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, something uncertain, but it was quickly masked by the tension tightening his jaw. He shook his head slowly, as if trying to push away the confusion forming in his mind.“Do you—” he began, his voice low, but before he could complete the sentence, the sharp vibration of his phone cut him off.The sudden interruption broke the moment.He paused, reaching into his breast pocket to retrieve the phone. His gaze lingered on Lauren for a brief second longer before he glanced down at the screen
“Tessa, you must’ve sucked up to Mr. Pedro if he spared you and beat up Zoe.”Curtis’ voice carried across the open space with that same biting sarcasm he had always used on her, but this time there was something else mixed into it; something darker, more unsettled. He stood a few steps away, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning her from head to toe as if trying to make sense of a version of her he no longer understood.Tessa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a faint smile curved her lips, slow and deliberate, as though his words amused her rather than hurt her. Without breaking eye contact with him, she shifted slightly closer to Jason and, in one smooth motion, slipped her hand into his, wrapping her fingers around his arm as though it was the most natural thing in the world.The gesture was subtle, but its impact was anything but.Jason stiffened just slightly, clearly taken aback by the sudden closeness. For a brief second, his brows knit together in surprise, but he didn’t
The tension in the hall reached a breaking point.For a moment after Curtis’s outburst, no one moved. The guards stood ready, Mr. Woods remained composed, and the guests watched with growing curiosity. It had gone beyond a simple confrontation now. This was no longer about pride or anger. It was
The tension in the hall had not eased since the manager’s strange response. If anything, it had grown heavier, like the air itself was waiting for something bigger to happen. The guests, who had come for a celebration, were now completely invested in the unfolding drama. No one spoke openly anym
The silence that followed Tessa’s words was heavy, thick enough to suffocate anyone standing in that hall. No one expected her to show up, let alone stand there so boldly, facing Curtis and Lauren without a trace of fear. For a brief moment, the entire event felt like it had been hijacked, the at
“Mr. Deveraux, Mrs. Deveraux went missing at the cemetery.”The assistant’s voice was careful, measured, as though he already knew the weight of what he was about to say.Curtis stood at the side of the grand hall, a glass of wine held loosely in his hand. The liquid inside hadn’t moved. He hadn’t







