All Chapters of The unstoppable vengeance of Micheal Krux. : Chapter 11
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11. The Boardroom Ghost
Chapter 11 – The Boardroom GhostMichael Krux POVI stood still in my burgundy custome made tailored suit, carrying my Armani brief case as the elevator rose in silence.No music.No voices.Just the soft mechanical hum as it climbed toward the top floor of Luxter Tower.I stood alone, hands in my pockets, dressed in a tailored black suit that fit like it had been made for war.Because it had.The reflection staring back at me from the mirrored walls wasn’t the man they had buried five years ago.That man had softer eyes.This one didn’t hesitate.The screen above the door blinked.Level 72. Executive Floor.The doors slid open.I stepped out.Polished marble floors stretched ahead, spotless and expensive, the kind of place where power whispered instead of shouted.Receptionists froze the moment they saw me.Not because they knew me.Because they didn’t.And men like me didn’t walk into places like this unnoticed.“Sir—” one of them started, standing halfway.I didn’t stop.Didn’t eve
12; first blood
Chapter 12; First BloodMichael Krux POVThe city moved like nothing had happened.Cars flowed through the streets in steady lines, people walked past each other with purpose, and glass towers reflected the morning sun like symbols of stability.But stability was an illusion.And I had just begun to break it.The black sedan rolled to a smooth stop across the street from a mid-level financial building tied directly to Luxter Energy’s secondary operations. It wasn’t their headquarters, and it didn’t carry the prestige of Luxter Tower, but that was exactly why it mattered.This was where the real movement happened.Not the speeches.Not the headlines.The money.I stepped out of the car slowly, adjusting the sleeve of my burgundy suit as my eyes scanned the building in front of me. No cameras focused on me. No alarms were raised. To everyone watching, I was just another investor, another man with influence walking into another corporate structure.That anonymity was power.Inside, the a
13; The Shift
Chapter 13: The ShiftMichael Krux POVThe night should have ended in celebration.That was what Gabriel Luxter had planned.The music still played softly in the background, glasses still clinked, and conversations continued across the room, but the energy had changed in a way that could not be repaired. It was no longer a gathering of confident investors and powerful allies.It had become a room full of people waiting to see what would go wrong next.I stood near the far end of the glass wall, a drink resting untouched in my hand as I watched the reflection of the room instead of the room itself. It was always easier to read people when they thought they were not being observed.Gabriel was already moving again.He did not know how to sit in uncertainty.That was his weakness.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Gabriel said, drawing attention back to himself with practiced ease, his voice steady despite the pressure building beneath it, “before we conclude tonight, I would like to confirm somet
14, The fractures behind glass
Chapter 14; Fractures Behind GlassLayla Luxter POVThe drive back from the event felt longer than it should have, not because of traffic or distance, but because of the silence that settled between us the moment we got into the car. It wasn’t the comfortable kind of silence that comes from familiarity, nor was it the calm quiet of a successful night winding down. This silence carried weight, the kind that presses against your chest and forces your thoughts to move whether you want them to or not.I sat beside Gabriel, my hands resting lightly on my lap as I stared out through the tinted window, watching the city blur into streaks of light and shadow. Everything outside looked exactly the same as it had earlier that evening, but something had shifted, and I could feel it in a way I couldn’t explain. It was subtle, almost invisible, but it was there, threading its way through my thoughts, refusing to settle.Gabriel adjusted his tie with a sharper motion than usual, his jaw set in a
15; The man behind the Door
Chapter 15; The Man Behind the DoorAria Vaughn POVThe office was quiet, but not empty.There is a difference.Silence in most places feels like absence, but here, it felt like control. Every sound was intentional, every movement measured, and every decision already made before anyone else even realized there was something to decide.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, tablet in my hand, watching the city stretch beneath us like a living system that never stopped moving. Somewhere in that system, Luxter Energy was trying to recover from last night, trying to explain something they did not understand.And somewhere else, Michael was already three steps ahead of them.“The requests came in again this morning,” I said, turning slightly as I walked toward the desk.He didn’t look up immediately.Michael sat behind the desk, reviewing documents with calm focus, his posture relaxed but deliberate. He wasn’t rushing, and he wasn’t reacting. That was the thing about him. he didn’t chase
16; The condition
Chapter 16; The ConditionLayla Luxter POVThe second time I walked into the building, I prepared myself for possibility of anything happening, but not for indifference though. There is a difference between being denied and being ignored, and I realized very quickly which one I was dealing with the moment I stepped through the glass doors again.The air inside was cool, almost sterile, carrying a faint scent of polished wood and something citrus, the kind of scent companies use to make spaces feel expensive without drawing attention to it. People moved around with quiet purpose, heels tapping softly against the marble floor, low voices blending into a steady hum that never rose high enough to become noise. No one rushed, no one lingered, and no one looked at me for longer than a second.That was new.At Luxter events, attention followed me without effort. Here, it slid past me like I wasn’t worth holding onto.I kept my posture straight and walked toward the reception desk, my steps
17: The Statement
Chapter 17; The StatementLayla Luxter POVI wasted no time in song what the CEO had asked of me, afterall, I had nothing to loose, i immediately called for a press conference. The press room smelled faintly of warm lights and fresh polish, the kind of controlled environment designed to make every word sound deliberate. Microphones were lined neatly across the podium, their metal stands catching the light, while cameras adjusted and clicked as journalists settled into place. The low murmur of voices filled the space, rising and falling like a tide that never fully receded.I stood just behind the curtain, my fingers lightly gripping the edge of the fabric as I listened to the room prepare for me.“Miss Luxter, we’re ready,” the coordinator said softly.I nodded without looking at her.My reflection stared back at me from the small mirror placed to the side, composed and steady, dressed in a way that left no room for doubt or weakness. Anyone watching would see confidence. They would
18, The Offer
Chapter 18 ; The OfferGabriel Luxter POVThe market opened colder than expected.I stood in front of the wall screen in my office, the glow from the numbers casting a pale light across the room as the opening figures settled into place. The air carried the faint scent of espresso from the cup I had set down untouched on the desk, its heat already fading, just like the confidence I had expected to see reflected in those numbers.Luxter Energy dipped.Not violently.But enough to draw attention.Enough to invite questions.I tapped the remote once, switching between channels as analysts spoke in controlled tones about “uncertainty,” about “unexpected market sensitivity,” about “recent statements influencing investor confidence.” Their words were careful, but the implication was clear.We were not in control of the narrative.And that was unacceptable.The door opened behind me with a soft click.“Sir,” my assistant said, stepping in with a tablet in hand, her voice steady but carrying
19; the signature
Chapter 19; The SignatureMichael Krux POVThe conference room smelled faintly of leather and ink, the kind of quiet, expensive space where decisions were made without noise but carried consequences far beyond the walls. Morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting long reflections across the polished table where a stack of documents sat waiting, perfectly aligned, untouched.I sat at the head of the table, reviewing the final page without rushing, my fingers resting lightly against the paper as my eyes moved across each clause again. Not because I doubted the terms, but because I never signed anything I had not fully owned in my mind first.Across from me, the Krux family representatives sat in controlled tension.Three of them.Two older men and one younger executive who had not spoken since the meeting began. Their suits were tailored, their posture formal, but the strain showed in small details—the slight stiffness in their shoulders, the way one of them adjusted his c
20; The Pressure Point
Chapter 20; The Pressure PointLayla Luxter POVThe first thing I noticed when I walked into Luxter Tower that morning was the change in how people looked at me.It wasn’t obvious, but one stopped me.They all murmured, but no one whispered loud enough to be heard.But the difference was there, sitting just beneath the surface, in the way conversations paused half a second too long when I passed, in the way greetings felt more formal than warm, in the way eyes lingered with curiosity instead of respect.The marble floor reflected my heels as I walked, each step steady, controlled, echoing softly in the open space. The scent of fresh polish and chilled air filled the lobby, sharp and clean, but it did nothing to ease the quiet tension pressing against my chest.I kept my head high and moved toward the private elevator.Nothing had changed.That was what I told myself.But something had.By the time I reached the executive floor, the shift was clearer.Assistants who usually greeted me