Sabotage Shantel Tessier Audiobook Novels & Stories

She commended Nora on the stunning designs and the impressive turnout at the event, emphasizing the importance of teamwork and collaboration in achieving such a remarkable feat. Sandra then shifted the conversation to the issue of loyalty and accountability, declaring that she had zero tolerance for individuals who engaged in sabotage or disloyalty. She emphasized the significance of ethical conduct and the detrimental impact that sabotage could have on a company's reputation and success. As Sandra continued to speak, she tapped on her computer, and the projector in front of the room flickered to life. A video began playing, showcasing the interior of Sandra Spears' office, seemingly capture

My charm became my greatest weapon as I whispered carefully calculated words into the ears of influential decision-makers. Sabotage became an art form. I subtly sowed seeds of discord among the Davis siblings, exploiting their existing rivalries and fueling their insecurities. I manipulated their fears and desires, turning them against one another. As their trust eroded, I stepped in as the voice of reason, the confidante they didn't know they needed. My first move was to manipulate the financial records. Under the guise of a diligent accountant, I subtly altered figures, creating discrepancies that would baffle even the most seasoned auditors. The financial instability I engineered cast dou

Fabio held his breath, waiting for the right moment. Santos was walking toward the shipment area, his steps measured and confident. He had no idea that the very walls around him were about to close in. Fabio’s plan was simple: eliminate Santos, dismantle the cartel’s operation, and disappear before anyone could react. “Now!” Fabio whispered into his earpiece. Chaos erupted. Fabio’s team moved with precision, taking out the cartel’s guards with swift, calculated strikes. The sound of gunfire shattered the night, a brutal symphony of violence. Fabio made his way toward Santos, who was now frantically trying to understand what was happening.

Michael threatened, “If you try to stop me, I will put a bullet in her head…” Ichabris looked up and realized that the current from the disconnected wires was still passing through and some wires may still drop with the way everything was hanging way above them…the next one that would drop would be in between them and that would happen within few seconds. “Go back ladies…” he whispered to the two ladies and they moved back. So it was now between him, Tracy and Michael. “Tracy, listen to me, everything will be fine. You remember the last part of the dance we did?”

He stood there hugging his little notepad or whatever the hell he carried around like a Bible, clutching it to his chest, shaking. I waved him off. He nodded again and walked out. I was probably a little too harsh on him, but honestly, I think he’d prefer me snapping at him than what I really had in mind. Better a sharp tongue than blood on the floor. But still… I had to be calm about the situation. As the door shut, I leaned into my seat, dragging my hands through my hair. “So talk to me, Ted,” I said. “Yeah,” Ted began. “The Monteverros were the ones behind the last sabotage. The one before Romano got caught.”

“They force me to sign tomorrow. After tonight. After the prototype is gone and my credibility is in tatters. They’ll have me detained, declared unfit, and paraded in front of a notary while I’m still reeling from the ‘exposure’ of my bodyguard as a traitor.” He felt a nausea that had nothing to do with the damp, mildewed air. It was the nausea of being known. Of having your deepest fears—of failure, of madness, of being deemed unworthy of your father’s legacy—coldly excavated and used as the very tools of your destruction. Sabe finally moved. He gathered the hidden documents, his movements deliberate. “Then we have two objectives tonight, not one.” His voice was like gravel. “Sabotage the e

“They broke her leg on purpose. This was sabotage.” The word “sabotage” hit the room like a cold wave. The veterans exchanged worried looks. Tools stopped moving. Machines hummed in the background, unaware that everything we were building had just cracked in the center. I stepped closer to Sophie. “Did you call the other engineers on our list?” She nodded quickly, tears forming again. “All of them. No one agreed. Some said the timing was bad. Some said they don’t want trouble. Some hung up as soon as they heard our studio name.”

"The local relay tower we tapped in the shantytown is being isolated by the mainframe’s secondary safety grid. The current is reversing down the line! If you don't break the connection before we hit the central switching junction, the surge will fuse the type-bars into a solid lump of slag!" ​I didn't back down. The absolute quiet in my throat was a freezing, unyielding force that pinned my boots to the floorboards despite the violent swaying of the truck. My hands were completely raw, the cracked skin across my knuckles bleeding fresh crimson down into the permanent black crust of the northern hydraulic oil. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming, but the story was moving faster than t

You’re a desperate girl trying to protect a sham marriage. ​Am I? I picked up the first micro-cassette. This is dated December 10th, ten years ago. It’s a recording of a private meeting between you and the lead auditor. The one where you discuss 'adjusting' the books to make the printing press look like a liability so you could force a liquidation. Should we play it for the room, or would you like to explain why your voice is on a tape discussing corporate sabotage? ​Lady Catherine stood up slowly, her cane thumping against the floor. Give me that.

"Never lose your dignity, even when you're poor and exhausted. Build your own future, and do not give in to temptations! You can do it! You can be the main character of your own story!" Connor then forwarded me surveillance footage from his company. It showed Julie waiting for a long time outside his company until he finally came out. She then walked up to him, only to twist her ankle in her high heel, tumbling straight into his arms. She immediately pulled away with her head held high, saying, "You'd better not think you can use money to get to me just because I'm Queenie's friend. You ought to know that even if we're poor, we still have our pride—we won't sell our dignity for money!"