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 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.

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

The manager nodded once and strode back toward his office.

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

Jackson stepped forward. “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're such a harbinger of bad luck.”

“Stay away from Eva!”

“Stay away from this place.”

“You should leave—before this gets worse!”

Just then, Greg’s phone buzzed. His chauffeur had arrived, so he made his way out through the exit.

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

“Excuse me.”

Greg turned and saw a young woman standing a few steps away—striking both in looks and in presence. Poised, composed, she radiated quiet confidence.

Given her beauty, Eva couldn’t stand beside her or compete with her in any way.

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."

“You’re not,” Greg replied evenly.

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

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, and continued, “I’ll be leaving soon. 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, with its engine humming softly.

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

At that moment, he spotted his sleek black SUV pulling up. It came to a stop in front of him, and his assistant stepped out to open the door.

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 instructed.

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. “Their conduct today wasn’t just unprofessional—it was unacceptable.”

“Yes, sir,” the manager responded without a beat, as Greg ended the call.

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 with 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. “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!

To them, the manager’s earlier apology was just mere formality, a way to appear professional in Greg’s presence, not acknowledgment of any real authority.

After all, Ben, Eva’s boyfriend, 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?”