Bad Company Ruins Good Morals Novels & Stories

They were still hurling curses. Michael, reeling from the cascading disasters that had befallen his company in a single day, felt a sharp pain in his chest. He coughed up some blood, then collapsed straight to the floor. It turned out Kimmy had never been a good-luck charm at all. Instead, she was the trigger that pushed the company toward ruin. Standing in the corner, I watched it all unfold with cold clarity. This kind of corporate culture was the exact opposite of what I had signed up for.

Mr Brown is not a good businessman; that is why the company was in ruins in the first place. He risks very high because he is confident of higher returns, but confidence doesn’t get your stocks and ratings high; it’s careful planning and patience. My company accepted his proposal, and when he saw the ratings were dropping, he was quick to withdraw, making him waste all the money he spent on that project. I didn’t even have to lift a finger to destroy him; he was destroying himself. There is always a downturn in all businesses, and it always comes up. All businessmen know this.

"They are all the same." Just then, a lady comes to stand beside him. "I heard from the live I had seen that someone had sent the man there so they could ruin the mall's reputation and by ruining the mall, they ruin the bosses and owners too. I don't think Maddie is the only problem... Sorry, person, trying to screw them over. They seem to have a lot of enemies." The manager scoffs. "Of course. People would never want good for the good ones but the ones that don't deserve it always gets the peace of mind. Bullshit."

More terrifyingly, the opponent had used a very special trick. The mastermind had hidden in the dark and dug out the trick that had been beneficial to Shalom Technology so that it could be turned against them. ‘Weren’t you using good deeds? ‘Haha! The good deeds you’ve done will be turned into terrible things. The more desperately you want to build a good reputation, the more your reputation will get ruined.’ It was a really dirty method. But, it was also a great method.

“You know, Xavier, I actually respect what you did for Wrenford back then. But don’t think you’re the only one who understands how the world works. A company’s decline isn’t a failure. It’s part of the natural cycle of business.” Xavier looked at him sharply. “A decline can be forgiven if it comes from calculated risk. But if it comes from greed and foolish decisions, it’s a disaster.” “You’re still too idealistic. This world isn’t driven by morality, Xavier. It’s driven by power, and those who fear losing their place are the first to disappear.” “Then maybe I deserved to disappear first. Because I refuse to become someone like you,” Xavier replied. “Ah yes. Still talking about honor, when e

Because to see Berith fall would have destroyed them. He looked past me, through the same window I had just stood by, his eyes scanning the same view that I had marvelled at, but in his gaze, I didn't see the same awe, the same wonder. I saw troubled seas, a storm brewing over the waters. 'Power corrupts, Casey. It always has, always will. It's a poison that worms its way into your veins. Even the strongest can't deny it. I've seen cities fall, great empires crumble, all because they've been corrupted by the promise of power. I've seen the purest among us do twisted, terrible things, until they're just a shadow of what they once were, all because of power. And when we're talking about

“I am going to ruin every single one of you until you beg for that atonement.” “You can’t do this. The company-” “It is built on blood money and under-the-table business deals. The second trouble comes, investors and anyone affiliated with half a brain will run. You won’t even be able to put in the paperwork for your unemployment before that plaque is off that wall.” “The enemies you’ll have.”

I waited until Chloe went upstairs to shower before walking into the house. Damian was already in his office. The door was half open. I knocked once and stepped in. He stood behind his desk, reading something on his tablet. "You look like you have something to say," he said without looking up. "Why are you acting like I did something wrong?" He lowered the tablet slowly. "You put yourself in a situation that could have ended badly." "I wasn't in danger." "You were." His tone was calm. Too calm. "I knew what I was doing."

At the end, we somehow ended up driving to his place instead of mine, and the worst part was that the situation was entirely my fault because I had been so angry with him earlier that I stormed out of the house without thinking properly, climbed into his stupid car out of pure frustration, and only realized much later that I had left my purse behind on the kitchen counter, the very purse that contained everything I needed, including my house key, my wallet, and even my phone charger.

he sucked in air. He looked around for anything to use and support himself. Nathan walked out of the place. "Did he give me back? No. I never said he could fucking die with my money, did I. It wasn't your fault, but I need something to blame.....something sexy, something I could sell and make a ton of cash." I didn't like the way he was looking at me. "Maybe it should just fuck you," he said. "No we can't. Trust me, I could've fucked that one up," Nathan came back and dragged his father's body out.