Without Merit Novels & Stories

"Master told you that? Bullsh*t" "They want you because you're immune and kill you because you're part of us, especially your skills and records" "How do they know? Without f*cking telling me?" I step forth to her seat while yet she held up her glass of champagne. "Your medical documents say so" "Say so about what?" "You have the virus but none affects you" "Woah is it a blessing eh? " I sarcastically said. "About the business anyways, you are my substitute fighter to compromise our event and you to carry yourself to the finals so we can fetch good currency"

She shouts. I agree with her, “And you like it.” Wyatt shakes her head, “Gross. No I do not. Not at all. Not one bit. Not even close.” She’s so defensive. She must really want some of this. “Just keep telling yourself that.” I say to her. “Nothing about this is professional.” She states her case. “I don’t believe that professionalism was in the contract you signed.” She smacks my arm, “Physical altercation wasn’t listed either.” Good observation, “Be careful what you wish for.” I raise my hand.

She shushes me and I sigh, "But it's true. " "It's not. " She argues, moving her head from my chest. She keeps her other hand on me as she says, "I understand how you feel, because I've once felt that. There's a time in our lives when we all feel like we have no idea where it's going, or what we'll do next, but that doesn't mean we won't figure it out in the end. You're not worthless, Emerson. You're more worthy than you think you are, and you should never think anything less. Besides, you love art. You love to draw, you love to read books and you love nature. Isn't that saying something?"

It didn't make us anything. "We're not family." The words tasted bitter. "Our parents got married. That doesn't make us anything to each other." He turned and the look he gave me goosebumps. "You're right. We're not family. We're nothing." That shouldn't have hurt but it did. I lifted my chin. "Then hire me based on merit. Not history." He moved closer and I had to fight not to step back. He was tall enough that I had to tilt my head to meet his eyes. Close enough that I could smell his cologne.

Then another message. “For your own good.” The words were simple. The intent behind them wasn’t. She stared at the screen, her heartbeat sharp and uneven. And somewhere across the city, Dominic Valente watched his phone light up with the delivery notification, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Because the warning wasn’t supposed to hurt him too. She was becoming a fracture in his discipline, and she didn’t even know it. Every day, resisting her felt less like strength and more like self-punishment.

I knelt, begging for forgiveness. Who would've thought that I would, one day, deceive myself like this? Soon enough, I realized Adrian was my last lifeline. The lawsuit demanded enormous resources. I poured nearly half of Thompson Group into it. Everyone said I'd gone mad—even more so than Harry. I no longer cared. The bone marrow compatibility results and the reply from the research facility arrived at the same time. I arranged for Adrian to meet me. He knew exactly why I was there. He took the report. Before leaving, he flashed me a mocking smile.

It's a meritocracy here too, but there's different types of merits—being a good fighter is one, but virtue and wit trumps that. "Naturally, I don't want this outfit to be reduced to a one-man show, and no one—be it Jada or someone else—will stand on top permanently. Naturally, I won't worry about the fact that we were enemies before either, since none of you can really fight back. "That's why I encourage everyone to be ambitious. If you believe you can beat Jada, I will happily promote you—that is, if you prove to be better to change my mind." Everyone nodded in understanding at Frank's words.

For what? For her part, Jeanne couldn't take it anymore, what did she believe about this woman? She was never an upstart. Admittedly, she had no choice for home, but for work, she still has enough dignity to advocate merit. She worked hard to be who she is today and isn't going to let her screw it up. Becoming a manager overnight, and where was the meritocracy? She never liked it and it's not the values ​​she has always defended. The fact that she became rich should not mean that she should ruin the lives and efforts of others by corrupting their moral sense. So all day long, she was on her nerves, Amanda asking for her every hour, and in the end, she started ignoring her.

"Care to share your thoughts on the subject?" "Of course, Professor," I replied, voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. "Meritocracy assumes a level playing field, but often, social capital skews the perception of merit. How do we reconcile this disparity in academic evaluation?" A murmur rippled through the room, and Grant's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he regained composure. "An astute observation," he conceded, though his eyes held a glint of challenge. "Thank you," I murmured, taking my seat once more, my point made and my cover intact.

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