The Enigma Called Greg

Chapter 5

“What’s going on here?” the manager barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. He was one of the few top executives who knew Greg’s true position as the owner of the company.

No one answered immediately.

Jackson took a step back, though his glare stayed fixed.

“Sir, I apologize for this,” the manager said, turning to Greg with measured respect.

Greg gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

The manager pivoted sharply toward the staff. “This behavior is unacceptable! All of you—back to your stations. Now!”

Reluctantly, the employees began to move, murmuring under their breath, puzzled as to why the manager was defending someone they considered a nobody.

“But sir—” Jackson started.

“I said now!” the manager snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Gradually, the room returned to a tense, uneasy calm.

The manager’s gaze swept over everyone, his expression hard as steel. “I will be reviewing this incident. Anyone involved will face a formal query.”

Several faces went pale. Jackson—the man who had been so rude to Greg—clenched his fists but said nothing.

The manager turned back to Greg. “Again, I apologize, sir,” he said quietly.

Greg shook his head slightly. “It’s not necessary.”

The manager nodded once and strode back toward his office.

And just like that—he was gone.

The moment he disappeared, the whispers returned, louder this time.

Jackson stepped forward, his restraint gone. “You think you’re smart?” he spat. “Talking back like that?”

“You’ve just made things worse for everyone!” another employee shouted.

Voices overlapped, rising in agitation. “You shouldn’t have come here!”

“You don’t belong here anymore.”

“Stay away from Eva!”

“Stay away from this place.”

“You should leave—before this gets worse!” another spat, cold and sharp.

Just then, Greg’s phone buzzed. His chauffeur had arrived.

“Alright,” he smirked, turning toward the exit.

His calm, unhurried departure caught them off guard. The simplicity of it—his lack of reaction—spoke volumes.

Everything he had come to see, he had already seen.

He scanned the parking area for his car when a voice called softly from behind.

“Excuse me.”

Greg turned. A young woman stood a few steps away—striking, not just in looks, but in presence. Poised, composed, she radiated quiet confidence.

Her beauty far surpassed Eva’s.

She was a client of Telfix Dynasties, present at the reception when Greg had arrived, and had witnessed the entire scene.

She stepped closer.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said.

“You’re not,” Greg replied, his tone even.

“The way those employees spoke to you… it was unacceptable. I just wanted to apologize on their behalf.”

Sincerity laced her words.

Greg studied her for a moment, then said, “You don’t need to apologize for them.”

“I know,” she replied, “but their behavior was harsh.”

She gestured lightly toward the parking lot behind her.

“I’ll be leaving soon,” she said. “If you don’t mind, I could give you a ride. It’s the least I can do.”

Greg followed her gesture.

A sleek silver car sat a few rows back, engine still humming softly.

He shook his head. “Thank you, but I came with my own car.”

At that moment, his sleek black SUV approached. His assistant stepped out, expression sharp, and opened the door for him.

The instant the doors closed, Greg reached into his pocket and made a call.

The line rang once.

Twice.

Then—

The call connected almost instantly.

“Get me the manager,” Greg said, his voice calm but commanding.

Within moments, the manager’s voice came through—slightly tense, but respectful.

“Sir?”

Greg didn’t waste a second.

“I want a full staff review initiated immediately,” he said. “Every employee currently on the floor—replace them.”

There was a sharp pause on the line, heavy with shock.

“…Sir?”

“I was very clear,” Greg continued, steady and precise. “Their conduct today wasn’t just unprofessional—it was unacceptable.”

“Yes, sir,” the manager replied quickly.

“And one more thing,” Greg added, his gaze fixed.

“Yes, sir?”

“The one who confronted me—Jackson. Make sure he answers for it. You know what to do.”

There was no anger in Greg’s voice. No hesitation. Only authority.

“Yes, sir,” the manager responded without a beat.

Greg ended the call, turning to look out the window. Whatever he had tolerated—ended here.

Back at the company, the atmosphere had shifted.

The mocking laughter and whispers were gone. Silence, tense and sharp, hung over the floor.

The manager stepped out of his office, a stack of documents in hand, his expression hard and unyielding.

“Everyone,” he called out.

The floor fell silent.

The same employees who had been bold and mocking just minutes ago now shifted uneasily, uncertainty written across their faces.

“Effective immediately, this department will undergo a full restructuring,” the manager announced, his voice sharp. “Changes will be made—most of you will no longer be working here.”

A heavy, suffocating silence settled, broken only by nervous whispers. Confusion rippled through the room.

What could this be about?

Surely it wasn’t Greg. He was a complete nobody!

Even the manager’s earlier apology had seemed like mere formality, a way to appear professional in Greg’s presence, not acknowledgment of any real authority.

After all, Ben was one of their biggest clients, and Eva was their colleague.

Who would they realistically stand with if not them?

“But… sir, this must be a mistake,” one employee stammered, finally finding a voice.

“What have… we done?”

The manager stepped forward, letting the weight of his presence fill the room.

“You ask what you’ve done?” he said, his tone cutting. “You’ve offended someone extremely valuable—someone in a very high position.”

The words hit like a hammer.

Jackson and a few others blinked, disbelief on their faces.

“What?”