Chapter 7
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“Ms. Henderson, I do appreciate the offer. Unfortunately no one can talk me out of leaving, there're so many ways to handle the bullying but quitting my job is not one. The only reason I'm here today is to resign.” He said matter-of-factly. 

“The company has served its purpose, now it's time for me to leave.”

Lena was perplexed by Rowan's rejection, she didn't see any reason for him to turn down her offer.

A promotion and salary raise was more than enough reason for anyone to stay but Rowan wasn't anyone.

He was the boss of the top conglomerate in the world. Only a day's profit from one of his groups could cater for the entire city. 

Lena was about trying to convince Roman to rethink his decision when her phone rang. It was Gilbert Felix.

Lena took her phone and stepped out to take the call.

Rowen didn't know what the other party said but Lena's expression became grim as she replied. 

“Mr. Felix, what do you mean buy. It was because of your assurance that I took on such a risky project. We were supposed to work on this together.”

Silence lingered. 

“You're aware that all the company's funds had been invested into this project and now you're telling me you're backing out.”

“Why didn't you say so before I invested everything I had in it?” Her pretty face turned stony with a frown. 

“I trusted you, and you decided to play me for a fool. You know this would disrupt the cash flow in your company if it doesn't start showing results in three months.” 

“Mira’s uncle.” Roman read. 

“How is it supposed to show results if my partner backs out?” 

“Mr. Felix, I don't know what you…. Hello? Mr. Felix? Can you hear me?”

Beep… beep… beep. 

The call ended.

Lena felt like the whole world was spinning after the call ended.

Her phone slipped out of her hand as she stared into space. The sound of the phone hitting the ground brought her back to her senses.

She quickly bent down and picked up the phone. She tried dialing Felix number again but it wasn't going through. It was obvious that he had blocked her line.

Lena tightened her grip on her phone, her knuckles turning white. She took a deep breath to calm herself before turning to face Roman.

“I have something to handle urgently, I will be back soon, don't leave before I return.”

He was aware of the company's latest investment. The project was one with great potential, but he was against it, Lena agreeing to take such a risk out of persuasion from such a witty, sinister man like Gilbert. A man for a way to disgrace and enslave good women. Not Mira. But Lena. 

“Maybe he has an interest in her. Looking for a way to land her in trouble, then force her to be with him…. as the only remedy.” He growled within, tight-fisted. 

 Gilbert had tuned Lena to pull out huge capital from the company's account to make a high-risk investment in the bankrupt sister company, Yanks, supplier of interior decors accessories hoping it will hold it up. 

And this Lena did without signing a legal binding contract with Gilbert. To show she didn't do it out of her own accord but was ordered to do so. 

Too bad Lena believed his bullshit, she should have suspected that something was wrong when he had asked her to invest first while he sorted his finances.

Lena had high hopes for the project and had decided that it would be the company's main investment for the rest of the year and she had invested a lot because of the potential return of the project.

Roman felt like Gilbert was trying to get a hold on Lena. He was after one of two things, one more profit from the project or two sex. 

Now he sees the investment is crashing and turns to blame her, asking her to return the money. He might actually want the both because in a situation like this the chances of him getting both was high.

The more Roman thought about it the more he felt inclined to get involved.

He wasn't doing it out of kindness, he also has his own selfish reasons.

To add to that the company didn't need that much money, just a couple of millions. It won't even be noticed if it left his account. With this not only would he be doing Lena a favor he would also become the largest shareholder in the company.

At this thought he smirked, it was time to put some people in their place. A perfect opportunity for revenge. 

With this thought he followed Lena. By the time he got there Lena had already driven off. 

He returned to the company and decided to wait for her there. 

When he entered he felt burning gazes on him but he remained unbothered. They were the least of his problems.

“You must be pleased with yourself? What did you say to the boss that made her cancel our bonus?”

“We were just joking around with you, why did you have to take it seriously? Do you know what I had planned to do with that money now it's gone all thanks to you.”

“We've been working together for months. Do you have to be this heartless?”

“Roman, you’d better go back and get the boss to return the bonus if not I will deal with you. When that time comes to blame me for being mean!”

“You better have my bonus returned to me if not!”

Roman watched them buzzing around like flies. In the three years that he had been working with them he had lost count of the number of times they had threatened to beat him but no one had ever dared.

It is not that they didn't want to, they just couldn't. With the natural oppressive aura radiating from him, instilling fear in them, all they could do was just talk. 

Rowan smirked he couldn't wait to see their faces when he became their boss!

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