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Chapter 105: The Proof of Her Worth
Sophia had always been the kind of woman who thrived in control. But lately, control was something she had lost — over her work, over her emotions, over herself.Since the day of Clarissa’s promotion, nothing felt the same. She’d sit in her office for hours, staring at documents without reading a single line. Every time her phone rang, she’d flinch, hoping it wasn’t another headline about Ainsley Group’s new CEO.Her interactions with Michael were brief and strictly professional. She’d bring in files, drop them on his desk, and leave before he could even look up. But behind the cool exterior, resentment burned quietly, not just towards Clarissa, but towards herself.It wasn’t jealousy in the simple sense. It was shame. She’d been born into privilege, carried her father’s empire, yet lost it to her own mistakes. Clarissa had climbed from the bottom, patient and loyal, and now stood where she once stood.One evening, she sat on the couch at home, flipping through TV channels absentmi
Chapter 104: Moment of Concern
The storm had finally passed or so it seemed.With Bohemia’s conviction now behind them, the city’s attention began to shift. Newspapers printed bold headlines for days, dissecting every moment of the trial, but by the new week, the buzz had started to fade. What didn’t fade, however, was the quiet tension hanging around the two companies at the centre of it all.At Donovan Industries and Ainsley Group, life was returning to its rhythm — meetings, memos, deals, yet something in the air had changed. The fear that once lingered in the corridors was gone, replaced by a new kind of uncertainty.For the first time after his last briefing on correcting the wrong impression about Clarissa, Michael Ainsley kept away from the cameras. He refused every interview request, ignored press calls, and declined invitations to talk shows. The world expected a victory statement from him after his rival’s downfall, but Michael wanted none of it. The quiet was his way of healing and perhaps, of show
Chapter 103: The Verdict
The thirty-minute recess felt like forever. Inside the courtroom, whispers filled the air, the journalists at the back already drafting headlines even before the judgment was delivered. The sound of shuffling papers, murmuring lawyers, and tense breaths blended into one restless hum.When the court clerk finally called everyone to order, all eyes turned toward the entrance. The judge, Justice Okon, re-entered the room, his face unreadable.“Court is now back in session,” he announced, taking his seat.Bohemia sat in the dock, flanked by two police officers. His once-pristine appearance was now marked by exhaustion; his neatly combed hair was ruffled, and dark circles sat beneath his eyes. Yet, even now, he tried to wear arrogance like armor.Across the room, Michael Ainsley sat beside his lawyer, Barrister Nathan, his expression calm but firm. He knew this was the day that would end years of betrayal, lies, and manipulation.Justice Okon looked at both sides. “Counsels, we shall pro
Chapter 102: The Fall of a Giant
PresLead Holdings was dying.The once-mighty conglomerate that controlled half the city’s energy and real estate sector now lay in shambles — its stock value down by over seventy percent, its investors pulling out one after another. The grand glass building at the city centre that used to glitter with wealth and pride now stood half-empty, its lobby quiet, its logo stripped from the marble wall.With Bohemia Mason, the CEO, behind bars, there was no one to steer the sinking ship. The man he had appointed to act as interim head, a certain Lewis Cramer, had already resigned after two disastrous weeks, citing “unbearable pressure and hostile investors.”The government financial board declared PresLead Holdings officially bankrupt and placed it on sale.But while the world saw a fallen empire, Michael Ainsley saw something else — an opportunity to close the final chapter of a rivalry that had consumed too much of his life.He didn’t need the company. His own group, Ainsley Group, had mo
Chapter 101: Breaking the Silence
The press conference room at Donovan Industries Headquarters was packed to the brim. Cameras flashed endlessly, journalists murmured among themselves, and microphones lined up like soldiers on the long table. At the centre of it all sat Michael Ainsley, his posture straight, his face calm — composed as ever.Behind him stood three of his top senior executives, including Mrs. Janet Oduah, the company secretary, and two board members who had served for over a decade.The rumours had spiraled out of control since Clarissa’s promotion. It was time to put an end to them.Michael leaned forward slightly, adjusting the microphone. The noise in the room died instantly.“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his tone measured but firm. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice.”He paused briefly, allowing his gaze to sweep across the eager faces in front of him.“I called for this conference because of the stories currently circulating in the media,” he continued. “Stories su
Chapter 100: The Media Outburst
By morning, the whole city was talking.The news of Clarissa McCann’s unexpected promotion had spread like wildfire — from business blogs to radio shows, and now to national TV. Every headline carried her name beside Michael’s.“AINSLEY GROUP MAKES HISTORY: CEO ROLE HANDED TO FORMER PERSONAL ASSISTANT.”“IS LOVE IN THE AIR? MICHAEL AINSLEY’S BOLD MOVE RAISES QUESTIONS.”Some praised the decision, calling it a victory for merit over pedigree. Others mocked it, saying Michael had lost focus, blinded by affection.At the Ainsley Group headquarters, the atmosphere buzzed with tension. Some employees were genuinely happy, calling Clarissa’s story inspirational. But others whispered behind closed doors, claiming she didn’t deserve it.“She’s lucky, that’s all,” one accountant muttered in the hallway.“Lucky?” another replied. “She’s worked here ten years, without scandal, without drama. If anyone deserves it, it’s her.”“Oh, please,” the first scoffed, “let’s not pretend. You think the b
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