The Enigma Called Greg

Chapter 4

The next morning, at the heart of the business district, Telfix Dynasties rose into the sky. It was a towering glass structure that reflected both sunlight and power.

It was more than just a building. The name carried weight—in boardrooms, across markets, and throughout entire industries.

Inside, the lobby moved with quiet precision. Staff walked briskly, conversations were low, and everything ran like clockwork.

At the front desk, the secretary sat poised and focused—until the elevator doors slid open.

She looked up—

—and froze.

Greg stepped out.

For a split second, her composure slipped. In the entire company, only she and the CEO knew the truth—that Greg wasn’t just another executive.

He was the owner.

Even most top-level executives had no idea. Greg had designed it that way, keeping his identity hidden behind layers of structure and control.

“Sir,” she said quickly, rising to her feet.

Greg gave a small nod as he approached. “Good morning.”

She straightened, steadying herself. “Good morning, Mr—”

“I’ll be in my office,” Greg cut in smoothly. “Prepare the reports from the past week.”

“Yes, sir.”

Minutes later, inside his office, Greg stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A soft knock followed.

The secretary stepped in, placing a neat stack of files on his desk.

“Sir?”

Greg turned slightly, his expression calm, unreadable.

“Prepare a transfer directive,” he said. “You’ll retain full operational control for now.”

Her eyes widened. “Sir… are you stepping back?”

“For now.”

She hesitated, then asked carefully, “May I ask why?”

Greg paused.

For a brief moment, the silence lingered.

Then he answered—

“It was meant to be a gift.”

The secretary blinked, confusion flickering across her face.

“A wedding gift,” he added.

Realization dawned slowly on her face.

The company was supposed to be transferred to Eva after their marriage, but since the wedding didn't hold, the story had changed.

Greg’s gaze returned to the city.

“Now, it’s no longer needed,” he said.

The secretary nodded. “Understood, sir. I’ll handle everything.”

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Later that day, Greg arrived at another building.

It was less grand on the outside than Telfix, but no less important.

It was Virgos Holdings.

Just like Telfix Dynasties, it operated under layers of secrecy. Few knew who truly owned it, and even most had ever seen him.

Greg stepped inside.

The atmosphere was different here—busier, louder, more chaotic. Employees moved with energy, phones rang, keyboards clattered.

Then—someone noticed him.

“Hey… isn’t that Eva Roland’s ex?”

Another voice piped up. “Yeah, the one she ditched at the altar.”

Whispers spread and heads turned.

Greg walked forward, calm, unbothered.

“Hey! Here comes the poor loser!” someone shouted.

Laughter broke out across the floor. Another voice called, “What, came to beg her to take you back? Wrong time and place. She's even on leave!"”

More laughter followed.

“Man, I heard she upgraded big time,” one employee added. “That new guy of hers? Loaded!"

“Yeah, guess love doesn’t pay the bills, huh?” another said mockingly.

A woman near the front desk smirked. “Must hurt, losing your girl to someone richer.”

Greg didn’t react. Not a twitch. He moved steadily toward the elevator, toward the manager’s office.

As he passed the open office floor, the comments continued.

“Maybe he’s here to apply for a job!”

“Yeah, he may be lucky—if he's willing to start at rock bottom!”

“Careful, man! You might get dumped again if you mess up!”

Laughter rang out.

Greg didn’t flinch. They were fools—oblivious to the fact that he had the power to end their careers in an instant.

Inside, the manager stood immediately as Greg entered, closing the door behind them.

“Sir,” he said respectfully.

Greg nodded. “Keep it brief.”

They sat. Files were laid out—contracts, reports, operational summaries.

The manager spoke efficiently. “Everything’s running smoothly. Profits are up twelve percent this quarter. Expansion plans are ready for your approval.”

Greg’s eyes scanned the documents with sharp precision.

“Proceed with phase two,” he said, signing where necessary. “And accelerate the acquisition timeline.”

“Yes, sir.”

Everything was under control.

The tension in the office didn’t ease when Greg stepped out of the manager’s office.

If anything—it thickened.

Eyes tracked his every move. Whispers sharpened into low, pointed murmurs. The moment he reappeared on the main floor, it was as if an unspoken signal had passed through the room.

Greg decided to linger near the reception until his chauffeur arrived. More importantly, it gave him a chance to quietly observe the staff.

Then—a man rose from a cluster of desks, his chair screeching against the floor.

“I’m sure you can’t be given any job here,” he sneered. “Shouldn’t you be ashamed of even showing up where your ex works? How shameless.”

Greg halted but didn’t turn immediately.

“Get your pathetic self out of here, fool!” the man mocked.

Slowly, Greg turned to face him, brow furrowed. “I’m not leaving until I’m done here,” he said, his voice firm and commanding.

The man scoffed. “What business does a punk like you still have here?”

Another voice called from behind, “Or probably he came to ask for a loan.”

Laughter rippled across the floor.

Emboldened, the first man, Jackson, stepped closer. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything,” he said, his tone sharp.

“Eva made the right call leaving you. Everyone knows it,” he added, and murmurs of agreement followed.

“She upgraded. Way up,” someone echoed.

Jackson pointed a finger at Greg. “Exactly. Ben? That man is on a completely different level.”

Ben's name carried weight here.

He wasn’t just Eva’s new man. He was one of this company’s biggest clients—and also respected as the Vice Controller of Telfix. That alone shifted the entire dynamic.

“Let me make one thing clear,” the man sneered, stepping closer. “This company doesn’t need people like you.”

“And neither does Eva.”

A few employees clapped lightly, amused by the insult.

“If she were here right now,” Jackson continued, his voice dripping with mockery, “do you think she’d even glance at garbage like you?"

He smirked, answering his own question. “She wouldn’t. Not for a failure like you… not even if you begged.”

Laughter erupted, louder this time, and his smirk widened.

“So here’s some advice,” he said, leaning in, “do yourself a favor: don’t ever show your face here again.”

Greg finally spoke.

“You’re done?”

The man blinked, thrown off by the quiet authority in Greg’s voice. “…What?”

Greg tilted his head slightly, eyes sharp.

“Because if that was everything, you’ve said a lot… without actually saying anything meaningful.”

A ripple of surprise swept through the room. The man’s smug expression faltered, his face darkening instantly.

“What did you just say?”

Greg stepped forward.

“You’re really this shameless?” he said, his voice laced with contempt.

“Speaking for someone who isn’t even here—defending a man you don’t know, and running your mouth about something you clearly don’t understand.”

He chuckled.

“Do you even hear yourself? Or are you too busy making a fool of yourself to notice?”

The man’s jaw tightened, his face flushing with anger. “How dare you? Watch your mouth!”

Greg’s expression didn’t change.

“Or what?”

The man opened his mouth to retort, but then—a voice rang out.

“Enough!”

The manager’s voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and final, silencing everyone instantly.