All Chapters of RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR: Chapter 11
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25 chapters
Chapter 11
The cold, controlled atmosphere of Sable’s executive office settled over the room as he returned from lunch, alone. It was 1 PM. Sable settled heavily into his desk chair just as River walked in, carrying a slim folder of finalized sales documents. Sable looked up, his face registering annoyance rather than welcome. He immediately launched into the attack, tying his suspicion of one employee to the presence of the other. Sable: "Are you going to resign?" River’s eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise and alarm. The question hit too close to his actual recent plan. He stammered, scrambling to re-engage his professional armor. Sable: "Sit, please." River: "I don't want to... uhm... why are you asking me?" Sable: "Merk talked to me earlier today." Sable leaned back, watching River with intense scrutiny. "He was promoted. Now your manager. You weren't in the meeting. You know this, right?" River: "Yes, Boss. He called me. Congratulations to him." River forced a thin, professional
Chapter 12
At 7 PM, the Morte Tower meeting room was lit only by the glare of the building lights outside. River checked his phone, muttering to himself. "Why at 7 in the fucking evening?" He still obeyed, entering the room to find Merk already sitting there, looking thoroughly miserable.River: "Merk, you're here!!!" Merk gestured around the luxurious but empty room with clear distaste. "Man... I really don't want to be your Manager... This isn't even a promotion for me..." River: "Then why are we here?" Before Merk could answer, the door swung open. A young woman entered, wearing a long gray trenchcoat cinched by a wide gold belt over a white turtleneck dress. She carried herself with an easy, undeniable authority. She smiled brightly. "Good morning, River! Good morning, Merk!" River and Merk exchanged a quick, involuntary glance. They stood up simultaneously to shake hands, their movements stiffly formal. The young woman continued, her voice professional and warm. "My name is Klea Ciccon
Chapter 13
Zander/Ice parked the typical black sedan precisely at the curb, returning from Sable’s client model unit viewing. It was 11 AM on a Saturday. Ice opened the car door. As Sable stepped out, adjusting his expensive coat, he sneered down at his driver. "How's our Saturday client tour huh?" Ice: "Nice". Sable: "Really? Didn't miss your poor family for a Saturday bonding?" Ice: "This isn't my first Saturday duty." Ice’s voice was flat, immune to the jab. Sable's face tightened, his intended insult having no impact. Before he could escalate, Rose, the new assistant, elegantly stepped out of the car, placing herself between the men. Rose: "Sir, let's get inside. What do you want to drink?" Ice reached to the back seat and offered a black, heavy thermos cup from where Sable had been sitting. "Boss, your tumbler". Sable walked in front of him and snatched the tumbler, grabbing it hard enough to bruise Ice’s hand. "This is an expensive handy thermos, you idiot!!!" Zander/Ice: "Sorry, B
Chapter 14
The screens of five phones lit up, showing four worried faces and one working out. It was nine in the evening, the air thick with tension. Teggo: "Not me, Ellvys."All four voices overlapped in confusion.All four: "What?"Teggo: "Well, Ellvys says earlier today that 'We Are All Fucked Up!' but it's not 'we'. Why should I?!" Merk: "Ellvys is not joking, Teggo."River: "He's Teggo. If he's not like that, he's Imposter." Teggo: "Hey, hey, hey, all I'm saying is, Onyx and Ellvys can work with me. C'mon, you know how wealthy~"Merk: "I get your humor but we're not joking!" Teggo: "And we sound kids." Teggo propped his phone up so the four could still see him working out, completing sit-ups in his gym while wearing wireless earbuds. He finished a set, breathing hard, then asked, "So Onyx... Ellvys... aren't you going to accept that?" Onyx: "I don't. Would you chat or talk to Madame Morte that she could relocate Miya since she's new."Teggo: "Let's see." Ellvys: "Teggo, I want a chan
Chapter 15
Merk was sitting on a spacious balcony overlooking a vast, white beach, clearly enjoying his "unlimited Vacation Leave". The sight was interrupted by a videocall from Teggo on their eMessaging group chat. Teggo: "Guys, where are you?"Merk just smiled, holding his phone and slowly rotating 360 degrees to show the breathtaking view. Teggo: "Nice man! Relaxing!" Merk: "You want to wait for them? I'm just sitting here in the balcony. Nothing special." Then Onyx, River, and Ellvys answered and opened their cameras. River: "Why Teggo?" Onyx & Ellvys: "Why?" River noticed Merk’s background, his eyes widening. "Wow, are you in~" Merk: "Shhhh~ don't mention it!!!" Ellvys: "Yeah! In short as a geek friend, if we get caught, we can easily says~" Teggo: "We get it, nerdy! Guys... you want to go with Merk? I mean, shall we all go there?! C'mon my~"River: "Treat?!" Teggo: "Oww Princess River, don't worry. I'll separate your room for us to be safe by you!!!" All five men laughed, a gen
Chapter 16
The bass thumped through the exclusive club in a county far from the Morte Tower. It was 1 AM, and the venue was pulsing with energy, but Teggo was focused, standing in a quieter VIP booth surrounded by his core allies: Merk, Onyx, Ellvys, and River. Teggo: "Listen up. Three days left. We are not losing this." River: "We know, Teggo. But what’s the updated strategy?" Teggo: "We focus on us. We leave Zander/Ice out of it. He cannot remember, and if he glitches again during the critical moment, we're all done. His protection? No need, as long as he's still Ice. Our problem is dismantling Sable's deal." Merk: "So we operate as five separate units, all targeting that final property contract." Teggo: "Exactly. Everyone has their specific job. No deviations." Teggo pointed at Onyx and Ellvys. "You two stay invisible. Do not be caught anywhere near that final Morte signing event. If Sable sees you, the plan burns." Onyx: "I'm securing the physical location remotely. I’ll make sure all
Chapter 17
It was 11 AM. The high-stakes final signing for the Morte development was underway. Sable sat at the head of a massive conference table, presiding over the swift transfer of assets. River sat beside him, projecting an image of calm professionalism while his mind raced. Klea, Sable’s new Sales Director, sat opposite, watching the documents flow. River’s phone vibrated silently in his pocket, a discreet eMessaging notification from Teggo. Teggo (Text): We go for 11:30 AM. Keep him seated. Onyx, are you clear? Meanwhile, Onyx was stationed far below in the Morte Tower guard house, trying to maintain his security access. He stared at his console, waiting for Ellvys’s breach status, when Miya, his replacement, swaggered in.Miya: "Mr. Blade. You’re out of payroll, right? This is my location." Onyx: "I'm still here. I haven't decided." Miya: "Your time-decision expands? Like, unlimitedly? The management fast-tracked the transition. It was signed this morning. I am clocking you out now.
Chapter 18
The glare of the midday sun bounced off the sapphire water surrounding the island resort in Singapore. Teggo and the rest of Zander/Ice's friends; Merk, Onyx, Ellvys, and River were lounging in the shade of a private cabana. Despite the luxury, a cloud of disbelief hung over them. Sable had won the Morte property deal. River: "I still can't believe I delivered the final file. I was standing right there, watching him sign. I failed." Merk: "Don't say that, River. Sable moved too fast. He pushed the date, he displaced Onyx and Ellvys right as we were about to hit the switch. He knew someone was working against him." Ellvys: "He didn't know us. He just knew we were working on Morte files, so he burned all assets that were not explicitly loyal. Like me, the analyst, and Onyx, the guard. It was a paranoid, preemptive strike." Onyx: "A lucky strike that cost us Morte's future." Teggo: "Luck? No." Teggo leaned forward, pulling their attention away from the disaster. "That's why I started
Chapter 19
WALK, FROM THE MEMORY It was a new Wednesday morning, exactly 8 AM. Madame Cassandra Morte frowned as she reviewed the week’s schedule. She remembered that she needed a new driver in their main house. Their current driver was sick again, and Madame Morte noticed it that their driver is always sick, like every next two weeks. Reliability was non-negotiable. She remembered the steady, silent chauffeur from the Tower and used her intercom. Madame Morte: "Ice, report to the living room. In our palace. I assume you know where we are located, right?" Zander/Ice: Yes, Madame. Hours later, Zander/Ice stood before her, his posture rigid. Madame Morte: "Our main driver is indisposed. You'll take his place, effective immediately. You will be the Morte family driver here at the main residence. Do you accept the new job?" Zander/Ice: "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you!!!" He retreated immediately, heading down toward the cold, echoing underground parking garage to find his new vehicle. Sable was there,
Chapter 20
SMILING AND CLAPPING t was 9 AM, Saturday morning, and the Morte palace grounds were quiet. Zander/Ice was preparing one of the fleet cars near the service entrance when Sable found him. Madame Cassandra Morte was nowhere in sight.Sable: "Driver! Polish the hood of my car again! I can still see dusts clearly, and that offends me." Ice: "I'm the family driver, sir. Not the detailer." Sable stepped closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "In this house, you are whatever I say you are. You are out of payroll, working on my grandfather's pity. Are you arguing with me, lowlife? Remember your place. Look down when you address a Morte." Zander/Ice didn't argue further, nodding and returning to the car, still looking down upon the ground. Sable stalked away, satisfied with his early-morning domination. At 10 AM, Sable was at the Morte corporate building, savoring his victory when his father, Iñigo Morte, found him in his executive office. Iñigo Morte: "Sable! Son! Congratulations