LOGINAt 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 black car rolled to a slow halt as the tall, wrought-iron gates of the Walton estate loomed into view. The emblem of the family an intricate crest of intertwined lions and a crown gleamed in the sunlight, etched boldly into the metal. The gates themselves stretched so high it felt as though the
The car purred softly as it rolled out of the Musk estate gates, the early morning light spilling faintly across the sky. The chauffeur, a quiet man in a dark uniform, kept his eyes on the road, his gloved hands steady on the wheel. Inside the back seat, Amara sat by the window, her reflection fain
The dinner had ended warmly, the air in the old mansion filled with the faint smell of wine and roasted lamb. Amara lingered near the tall windows of the balcony, her shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. The night outside was calm, the city lights blinking like distant stars.Zogo stood besi
The room seemed to shrink around them, the fire’s glow flickering against old stone walls. Don Victor’s glass remained untouched in his hand, though the ice had already melted, thinning the amber liquid within. For the first time that evening, his eyes left Zogo’s face and drifted toward the darken







