THE INVINCIBLE TOP G

Chapter 8

Gabriel felt a sharp pain over the fact that she hadn't trusted him. 

"Camella, you shouldn't have..." He began, his voice tinged with disappointment. 

"I don't give a damn about myself in this situation," Camella interjected sharply, her frustration palpable. "I only care about our daughter since you're so obnoxious to care." 

She sighed heavily, her eyes welling with tears. "You know, I had a feeling that you were up to no good. Mark said that too, heightening my worries, so I decided to accept his help. He even cleared the medical bills in advance. Still, you couldn't show gratitude."

"Screw that, Camella," Gabriel retorted, his patience wearing thin. "I had actually gotten that money through my..."

"I don't want to listen to any more lies, so save it," Camella interrupted, cutting him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Exhaling heavily, Gabriel sensed her frustration and decided against revealing the truth. He had considered confessing that he was actually a super-rich second-generation member of the remarkable Wellington family, but the moment felt wrong, and he left the hospital to be alone. He decided to go to his company and resign from his security job. 

Returning to the Baigh Group company, Gabriel was shocked to learn from the security team leader that he had been fired. Confusion clouded his thoughts as he tried to make sense of the situation. Then, it dawned on him. It had to be orchestrated by Mark, whom he had embarrassed at the hospital by dragging him out.

Turning back to the security team leader, Gabriel composed himself and made a simple request. "I need you to settle my salary then.”

The lean, obnoxious-looking man with a bald head eyed Gabriel with a mixture of disdain and satisfaction as he retrieved some money from his drawer. Gabriel reached out to take it, but hesitated, his instincts kicking in. With resolve in his voice, he pushed the money back towards the drawer.

"You're not getting a penny," the man asserted firmly, his tone unwavering. "I strongly suggest you go see the general manager."

"What the hell do you mean?” Gabriel demanded, leaning forward.

The security team leader's expression darkened as he realized Gabriel's defiance. "You think you can just walk away from here without consequences?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

Gabriel met his gaze with steely determination. "I won't be a part of your games anymore," he declared, his voice ringing with conviction. "I will face whatever consequences come my way, but I won't compromise my integrity."

With a frustrated grunt, the security team leader slammed the drawer shut. "Fine," he spat, his anger palpable. "But don't think you will get away with this. Nothing will go your way."

Gabriel stood his ground, his resolve unshaken. "Your threats are nothing." With that, he left.

After leaving the security team leader's office, Gabriel made his way to the general manager's office. The general manager, a stern-looking man with a steely gaze and a no-nonsense demeanor, glanced up from his desk as Gabriel entered.

"What do you want?" the general manager asked brusquely, barely sparing Gabriel a second glance.

"I've been unjustly fired from my position," Gabriel replied, his voice steady despite the unease stirring within him. "I demand an explanation and compensation for wrongful termination."

The general manager waved a dismissive hand. "You won't get a penny from us," he retorted, his tone final.

Gabriel's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, his determination unwavering. "Why?" he pressed, his voice tinged with frustration. "What justification do you have for terminating my employment?"

The general manager leaned back in his chair, his expression hardening. "You disregarded your senior and caused a scene," he replied coldly. "That's grounds for dismissal."

Gabriel's jaw clenched as he fought to contain his anger. "So this is all orchestrated by Mark," he stated firmly, his voice tinged with accusations. 

The general manager's gaze remained impassive. "I don't care," he replied dismissively. "You're still responsible for your actions. Hence, you won't get paid your salary. Now get lost, young man!”