MasukAt the far end of the table, the three directors who respected Don Victor exchanged another look, barely able to contain their amusement and admiration.Look at them, Director Hale thought, suppressing a smirk. Morrie and Campos thought they were smart because they fooled the old man. But Don Victor never fools easily. He let them steal, he let them build their wealth, he let them feel safe... just so that one day, his granddaughter could come in, pull out the evidence, and crush them completely.They glanced at Amara, sitting there with such terrifying composure.Don Victor didn't just leave her the company. He left her every single secret, every single crime, every piece of evidence... all stored away, waiting for the day she would take her place as the true ruler of Musk Company.Cornered and exposed, Director Campos and Director Morrie’s fear quickly morphed into desperate, fiery anger. They slammed their hands on the table, standing up abruptly as they tried to turn the situation
At Amara’s command, Cristy stepped forward slightly, tablet in hand, her voice clear, steady, and professional as she began the report. She went through the documents one by one, reading out figures, dates, and details with absolute precision. Every single board member listened carefully, their eyes glued to her, their breaths held tight in their chests.But as the report went on, confusion began to ripple through the room. Most of the directors exchanged puzzled looks, whispering to one another."Wait... is she reading the data correctly?" Director Shaun muttered under his breath, leaning toward the man beside him. "Why is she going back this far? In a normal meeting, we only discuss the current status and the annual amount from the last fiscal year. We never go back further than that unless there is an audit.""That’s what I was thinking," the other director replied, frowning deeply. "She’s reading the annual income records from five years ago. Why bring up numbers that old? Those a
The atmosphere that remained was thick with suffocating tension. Every person seated around the long table was frozen in their place, their faces pale and eyes wide with disbelief. They could hardly process what they had just witnessed. Just moments ago, they had been mocking Amara, calling her foolish, unstable, and unfit to lead. They had believed she was nothing more than a doll they could control.But in the span of a few minutes, that same "doll" had stripped two high-ranking officials of their positions, exposed their crimes, and thrown them out without a second thought. The realization hit them hard that everything they thought they knew was wrong.And now, fear began to creep into their hearts: sharp, cold, and undeniable. They sat in terrified silence, exchanging nervous glances, all thinking the same thing. Who is next? Who among them would be the one she called out and fired next?Edgar and Damian were sweating profusely now, cold perspiration trickling down their backs and
"And effective immediately, you are both terminated from your positions. You are no longer employees or representatives of Musk Company. Pack your things and leave the premises within the hour."The room went dead silent. For a second, Danilo and Drake could only stare at her, stunned by what they had just heard. Then, shock instantly turned into burning rage. Red faced and trembling with fury, Danilo slammed both hands onto the table and shouted at the top of his voice."FIRED?!" he roared, veins popping out on his neck. "You dare fire us? Do you even know who we are? I am the Branch Manager! My sister is the wife of Damian Musk! We are family! You cannot just fire us like some ordinary office workers! You have no right, no authority to do such a thing!""You are making a huge mistake!" Drake yelled, stepping forward aggressively as if he wanted to intimidate her. "Do you think you hold all the power here? We have worked in this company for decades! We have connections and influence!
Panic began to rise in Danilo’s chest, cold and sharp, but years of arrogance and privilege wouldn’t let him back down so easily. He forced a loud, indignant laugh, slamming his hand lightly on the table as he stood up, trying to regain the upper hand."Miss Amara, what is the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice raised in feigned offense. "Are you accusing us? You speak of imbalanced funds and missing money, but you clearly do not understand how a large regional branch operates! Expansion takes time! Development projects have phases! Just because you do not see results immediately does not mean money is being stolen!"Drake quickly stood beside his father, nodding vigorously, putting on an act of righteous anger. "That is right! Everything we did was for the company’s growth! The budgets were used for market research, for building connections, for securing future contracts! These things are not written in simple black and white numbers like the reports you are reading. We have been
"She is too emotional," a woman added, her voice dripping with condescension. "People like her are unpredictable. One moment she might be fine, and the next she could make a decision based on some silly feeling rather than logic. We cannot risk everything we worked for on her whims."One after another, the directors spoke up, their voices rising in opposition, filling the room with criticism and insults."Don Victor should have known better than to mix family sentiment with business!""She is nothing but a figurehead! A pretty name on paper!""We will never accept someone like her leading us! It is an insult to everyone sitting in this room!""We demand that she step down and let the board manage the company until a proper successor is found!"Throughout all this noise and hostility, Edgar and Damian sat back comfortably in their chairs, exchanging looks and suppressing wide, idiotic grins. They had orchestrated this perfectly. Every insult thrown at Amara was music to their ears. The
The old stone walls, smooth from hundreds of years of touch, glowed in the warm light of the braziers. Copper pipes ran across the ceiling like the veins of a giant machine, dripping with water from the cold air outside. On the benches, rows of glass bottles and jars stood in perfect order some new
The heavy stone door groaned shut behind them, sealing the group inside. The air here was warmer, richer, carrying the faint scents of earth, herbs, and metal. Zogo felt it press in on him not suffocating, but thick, as if the very atmosphere carried the weight of centuries.The chamber was alive i
After their quiet exchange outside the hospital room, silence fell between Zogo and Amara. It wasn’t the cold, awkward kind…...it was the heavy, unspoken kind. Both of them stood there, side by side, as if their words were too fragile to voice.Cristy appeared first, her phone in hand, scanning the
Zogo hadn’t said a word since they entered, but his eyes never left her, watching the way she dismantled the head doctor’s confidence with nothing more than precision and truth.The room fell into a tense silence, the steady beeping of the monitors the only sound.Finally, Amara looked down at the







