Todos los capítulos de SEVEN MONTHS TO MAKE HIM BEG: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The employees of Woodford Global had received the warning before eight that morning. Mr. Woodford was not in a good mood. By the time the senior executives filed into the conference room, the atmosphere had already turned painfully stiff. The coffee cups sat untouched, and the presentations were ready, and yet everyone looked as though they were waiting for an execution rather than a Monday morning meeting. Even the secretary who had worked for Alexander for six years whispered a prayer before taking her seat. “Who approved this?”Alexander Woodford’s deep voice announced his presence in the conference room. Every person around the long mahogany table went still as the presentation on the screen suddenly looked like a death sentence. Alex leaned back in his chair, his jaw clenched as he stared at the financial projection. “The numbers are wrong.”His chief financial officer swallowed. “Mr. Woodford, we…”“They’re not just slightly wrong…”he paused, tapping the printed report

Alex sat behind his desk, staring at the same email for nearly five minutes.He hadn’t read a single word.His office door opened and Jake walked in without knocking.“You’re doing it again.”Alex didn’t look up.“Doing what?”“Pretending to work.”“I am actually working.”Jake glanced at the untouched coffee beside him.“Of course you are.”Alex finally looked up.“What do you want?”“Hmmm. You’re asking me like I'm some chick disturbing your peace.” He mocked.“Come on, man, I’m here to save you from yourself.”Alex stared at him dead in the eyes. “I don’t need saving.”“Well, the CEO of Woodford Global never needed help saving. Of course I agree.” He shrugged.Jake pulled out the chair opposite him and sat.“But you know what’s funny?”“I doubt it.”“You’re the richest man I know, and somehow you’re still terrible at getting what you want.”Alexander’s eyes narrowed.“I’m not discussing Jayla with you.”“I didn’t say, Jayla.”“You were going to.”“Fine, you got me.” Jake smiled.“A

The next morning, Jayla dressed differently. Not as Mrs Woodford or like the woman who had spent the past months choosing clothes based on what she thought her husband might like.She chose a simple cream blouse, tailored trousers, and a pair of low heels. Something professional and comfortable.Her hair was pulled neatly away from her face.She looked at herself in the mirror.Then picked up her business textbook.She was halfway down the stairs when she heard Alexander crack his throat. “Hm..hmm. Heading out again?”She stopped in her tracks.He stood near the dining room, coffee in hand. His eyes fell on the books she was holding,he smirked.Jayla looked at him.“Yeah…to work.”His eyebrows lifted.“You work?”She almost laughed.“I used to.”He looked at his wristwatch, it was 8:30 am.“Where?”Jayla took the breakfast from Eleanor who was holding a tray of a toast sandwich and hot chocolate. It’s her favorite. “Thank you…” She smiled. She turned to Alex, “My father's company

Mia opened the door with a spoon in one hand.“You’re early”Jayla stepped aside.“I didn’t know what else to do.”Mia looked at her face for a moment before moving aside.“That usually means something happened.”Jayla walked in. “Ofcourse it did.”Mia closed the door.“Is it bad?”“I don’t know yet.” That got Mia’s attention. She followed Jayla into the living room.“What happened?”Jayla dropped her handbag on the sofa.“I went to my father’s company.”“I know, you said you were going back.” “Yeah.”“And?”Jayla sat down.Her expression had changed into confusion. “I think something is wrong.”Mia sat opposite her.“What kind of…wrong?”“I can’t figure it out yet.”“Jayla.”“I genuinely don’t know.”She rubbed her palm together.“My father showed me some of the company’s financial records.”“And?”“The numbers don’t make sense.”Mia leaned forward.“How?”Jayla hesitated.” “The company is supposedly struggling. That’s the reason I was married off in the first place. My father ne

“Who authorized the original Woodford payments?”Jayla’s question hangs in the boardroom.No one answers.She looks from one face to another.Victor sits at the head of the table, his fingers resting against the polished wood. A moment ago, he looked calm. Now his jaw is tight, and his eyes avoid hers.Alex is different.His back is straight against his chair. His face gives almost nothing away, but Jayla notices the small movement of his fingers against the armrest.He is irritated.“Why is everyone suddenly quiet?” Jayla asks.Victor clears his throat.“Jayla, this is an old matter.”“That doesn’t answer my question.”Victor looks at her.“The payments were authorized years ago.”“By whom?”His expression hardens.“Your father.”Jayla blinks.“My father?”Victor nods once.“Yes.”She slowly looks down at the documents in front of her.“My father authorized payments to Woodford before the restructuring agreement?”“Yes.”“Why?”Victor leans back.“That is not something we need to dis