Her shoes clicked the ground as she arrived at the Kingsley conglomerate. She had never been here before but with the help of Google Maps, she located it easily.The journey there felt longer than it actually was, her thoughts constantly racing ahead of her.Over 60 years ago, when Sebastian founded the Kingsley Conglomerate, he wanted it to be situated in a place far from residential environment because of his vision for a vast company.That decision was not just about space, but control and authority.He achieved his aim, and built the vast large building in the non-residential area of Greenfield city which has now been officially recognized as the property of the Kingsley and no other company can build anywhere surrounding it. They cannot even near it.The isolation of the building made it even more intimidating.Betty glared at the massive building before her.Standing before it, she felt smaller than she expected.She knew, due to the law abiding by the building, she could not go

Betty stepped into her villa, arms hanging in defeat, her shoulders slumped as though the weight of the entire day rested on them. Beads of sweat covered her face, trailing down her temples and neck. She didn’t bother wiping them. She didn’t have the strength to.It was the late hour of night. The compound was quiet, almost too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against the ears. Yet, her suit was soaked with sweat as though she had run a marathon in the heat of a burning afternoon. The exhaustion clung to her skin, heavy and suffocating.Her heart pounded unevenly, each beat echoing in her chest. Her hands were shaky, fingers trembling as she dropped her handbag carelessly onto the couch.Many years ago, Liam was someone that would appear before her at the snap of a finger.The memory hit her harder than she expected.She could even go as far as to use him as a carpet and step on him to work if she wanted to. She had that much control. That much power.But now…She let out a bro

Betty rose up immediately, her body trembling slightly as she exhaled a long, shaky sigh, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside her.Though the record book at her fingertips was blank, she knew it instinctively: if Liam had indeed replied, the financial situation of the company could change in an instant. Just a single response from him could turn everything around. The thought alone made her heart race, her pulse hammering painfully in her chest.She closed the record book immediately, almost slamming it shut, and grabbed her bag with a sense of urgency. She strode out of the office, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor, each step echoing her determination.“I will be back,” she said firmly, her voice carrying authority despite the tightness in her throat.“Yes, ma’am,” answered the secretary, her tone cautious, aware of the storm that Betty could be at any moment.Her feet clicked against the driveway as she stepped out of the car at the front of her villa.

“Ma’am, we have a buyer. He is offering 100,000 USD. What do you say?” Gabriel said on the phone.Betty paused. Her fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel as the words settled in. She was back in her car, the engine still off, the silence inside wrapping around her like a cocoon she could not escape.Three minutes ago, before the call came in, she had already made up her mind to drive to the company. She needed to be seen. Her presence alone was a testament that she was not unserious with her position, that despite everything happening around the Kingston family, she was still standing, still fighting.By this, the board members would continue to see her dedication and her efforts to bring the company out of the shambles. She could already imagine their watchful eyes, their silent judgments, waiting for her to fail.But now, this call… it pulled her attention back to something even more important.“It’s not about the money, Gabriel,” she said finally, her voice firm, lea

Lydia, the girl behind the viral gist blog, stretched her hand to Betty, her lips curving into a knowing smile that suggested she was already imagining the headlines this deal would create.“Good!” she said, collecting the cash. She didn’t rush. Instead, she counted it carefully, separating every 100-dollar bill from the 50-dollar bills with practiced precision, her fingers moving swiftly yet deliberately as though this was far from her first transaction of this kind.The faint rustle of paper filled the air between them, stretching the moment longer than Betty would have preferred.Twenty minutes later, Lydia finally looked up. “It’s complete,” she said with a satisfied smile, tapping the stack lightly against the table as though sealing the agreement.“Now you will see more of you on my blog,” she added, her tone carrying a subtle promise, or perhaps a warning. Without waiting for a response, she rose smoothly to her feet, adjusted her bag on her shoulder, and left the cafe without