The Legacy Of The Virkir's

Chapter 04

 

The girl from earlier stood behind Alastor, her face pale with worry. She tugged lightly at his sleeve, voice trembling.

“L-let it go… They’re too many. You’ll get hurt.”

Alastor didn’t even turn to look at her.

His gaze remained fixed on the secretary.

Miss Lane scoffed. “What, are you scared now? Backing out?”

Alastor’s voice cut through her words like a knife.

“Who gave you the authority to treat people like trash in Arthur Tempest’s building?”

The entire lobby froze.

Miss Lane’s composure cracked instantly. Color rushed to her cheeks — humiliation and fury.

“You bastard—!” She spun toward the guards. “Take him down. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility!”

Gasps erupted around the room.

“Is she insane?”

“Someone’s gonna get hurt!”

“Has Tempest Enterprise started abusing civilians now?”

Miss Lane turned on the crowd, eyes blazing.

“Anyone filming… delete it or I’ll personally sue you! If you don’t want broken bones, scatter!”

People backed away quickly. Phones lowered. 

The girl gripped her bag tightly and whispered again.

“You should go. Please. It’s my fault, don’t get involved…”

Alastor didn’t even blink.

People murmured, annoyed that a corporation would treat visitors like trash.

Miss Lane ignored them and walked to the elevator without looking back.

She entered Arthur Tempest’s office. He had his sleeves rolled up, glasses on, reviewing a financial model. He was rather focused.

“You’re late,” he said, still writing.

She placed the file in front of him and stood behind his chair. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders — not romantic, but familiar, like someone who had crossed a professional boundary more than once. He didn’t push her away.

“You should let the team handle more work,” she said. “You take too much on yourself.”

He adjusted his glasses. “What happened downstairs?”

She answered casually, assuming it wasn’t important. “Some guy tried to demand a meeting with you. Security is on it. No need to worry.”

Arthur stopped writing.

“Who?”

She hesitated. “He told the receptionist that you were supposed to come down. Said his name was Alastor.”

Before she could say another word, he turned toward her….

SLAP! 

The sound echoed through the room, Lane held her cheek, dumbfounded.  

Furious, Arthur pointed at her. “Go downstairs with me and apologize. Now. Or I’ll shoot you where you stand.”

Miss Lane went pale and her confidence vanished instantly. She knew exactly what kind of man he really was. Not the polite CEO everyone saw, but the one who controlled the entire city from the shadows. People didn’t cross him… and lived.

Her stomach twisted. But she swallowed hard. “Y-yes, sir,” she whispered.

Terrified, she fell into step behind him as he turned toward the elevator. Every click of her heels on the floor felt deafening. She kept her head down, afraid to look at him. Even breathing was a problem, knowing there was a chance he could blow her brains out any second from now.

Arthur didn’t say a word. She could feel his presence behind her, heavy and unyielding, like a warning.

As the elevator doors closed, she gripped her folder so tightly her knuckles ached. She had no choice but to follow. Fear coursed through her veins with every step she took, her mind replaying all the stories she’d heard about what happened to those who crossed him.

She stayed just behind him, silent and trembling, completely aware that nothing would go right for her today only unless he allowed it.

Downstairs, the scene was chaotic. Several guards groaned on the floor, clutching their bruises, while Alastor stood in the center, completely unharmed, daring the remaining ones to come at him. A few bystanders, eager for gossip, even pulled out their phones to film.

Then Arthur Temprest arrived. His eyes widened as he took in the mess: guards sprawled on the floor, Alastor standing calm, and the onlookers recording everything. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the air seemed to hum with the weight of his presence.

“Stop!” he barked, his voice echoing through the lobby. The murmurs and camera clicks died instantly.

Alastor stood unharmed while the girl stayed a little behind him.

Arthur walked straight to Alastor.

He bowed his head slightly and spoke clearly so everyone heard:

“I apologize for the conduct of my secretary. She acted without authorization. I accept full responsibility.”

Miss Lane looked down, embarrassed.

The lobby fell completely silent. Bystanders froze, guards gaped, and even those filming stopped mid-recording.

Alastor remained still, expression unreadable, as Arthur’s apology echoed through the space

The girl approached Alastor and spoke, quietly enough not to start another situation.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to protect me like that.”

Alastor looked at her, steady and calm. “Are you leaving already?”

She nodded. “I’ve caused enough trouble. I’ll step out.”

He didn’t argue and she walked away.