Alex arrived at the company with a determined urgency, his jaw clenched and his steps brisk as he made his way through the buzzing hallways. His employees, who usually greeted him with polite smiles, now avoided eye contact. The weight of the scandal seemed to press down on everyone in the building. As soon as he entered his office, his secretary trailed closely behind him, clutching a tablet filled with data and updates. “What’s the current situation?” he asked sharply, dropping his phone and car key on the desk and pulling off his suit jacket. His secretary hesitated for a moment, clearly uneasy about delivering the bad news. "Stock prices surged by 3.8% after your wife’s live video went viral," she began, her tone cautious, "but with the news about the lawsuit filed by the fired workers, we're looking at an all-time low. The stock has plummeted by 26.4%, the lowest it’s been in the last ten years." Alex shut his eyes tightly, the words hitting him like a blow. His chest
Four days had passed since Charles declared war on national TV, and still, there seemed to be no way out. The videos the workers had made were long gone, wiped from the internet without a trace. Even the CCTV footage from the incident seemed to have vanished, conveniently erased, thanks to his beloved brother’s interference. Alex sat at his desk, surrounded by his legal team, papers scattered across the table. Their conversation was tense, the weight of the situation pressing down on all of them. His thoughts were scattered, trying to come up with any potential solution to salvage his position. Then, without warning, the door swung open, and Claire stormed in. “You can’t be here,” Alex said, his voice sharp, as he shot a quick glance at the legal team, clearly uncomfortable with her sudden presence. Claire didn’t seem fazed. Her eyes were filled with determination as she stood her ground. “You only have a day left before you lose your position here. I’m here to help in whateve
A press conference was announced by the company to take place in two hours, and the news had everyone buzzing. Claire sat in Alex’s office, her nerves on edge as the clock ticked down. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her, and though she tried to remain composed, her fingers tapped restlessly against the edge of the desk. Through the quiet hum of activity outside, she overheard Alex’s secretary in conversation with the legal team. “I had no idea there was CCTV footage of the incident, it could have made our lives easier from the start” one of the lawyers said, his tone a mix of frustration and surprise. The secretary’s response was quiet but firm. “It wasn’t necessary to bring it up before now, but with the press conference so close, Mr. Steele decided it might be time to use it.” Claire’s ears perked up at the mention of the footage. She frowned, her curiosity growing. The murmuring continued before heading out to finalize preparations. Once they left, th
The press conference began with Alex and Claire sitting side by side, their expressions serious yet composed. They started with a heartfelt apology. “We deeply regret the concerns caused over the past few weeks,” Alex began, his voice steady but laced with sincerity. “We want to take this opportunity to address the matter at hand directly.” He paused briefly, scanning the crowd of reporters, before continuing. “Our company is not just a place where people come to work and get paid. It’s a reflection of the values we hold dear, values that every decent individual in society should share. That’s why, here, we prioritize character over credentials. Skills can be taught, but basic human decency is far harder to instill.”Alex’s voice grew firmer as he spoke, his words leaving a quiet tension in the room. “This brings me to the core issue about an unfair determination. These workers acted inappropriately and not just that, they also invaded and disrespected the personal space of a f
Charlotte's eyes blazed with fury as the shattered remote lay in pieces on the floor. She gritted her teeth, the anger bubbling inside her threatening to spill over. “Just how far do I have to go to separate both of them?” she muttered through clenched teeth, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Before she could compose herself, the door swung open, and her father stormed in, holding a tablet in his hand. Without a word, he tossed it at her, the device landing with a thud on the floor. “See how fast their stock prices are soaring after that press conference?” he spat, his face twisted in frustration. “You said this was your chance to push that damn girl out and take her place! How hard can that be? How are you so incompetent?” Charlotte’s hands trembled, but she remained silent, staring at the tablet, the numbers on the screen mocking her failure. "I'll try again," Charlotte said through gritted teeth, her voice tinged with defiance. Her father scoffed, shaking his head
On the verge of passing out from drinking so much, Charlotte hailed an Uber to pick her up, seeing how she couldn’t even see properly anymore, let alone drive. The cab arrived a few minutes later, and Charlotte mumbled an address to the driver, who followed her instructions. When the cab stopped, she realized she had given the driver Alex’s home address. She sighed in frustration but realized that he didn’t seem to be home from the earlier call. Staggering through the gate and toward the front door, she mumbled to herself, “The key.” She moved slowly, her steps unsteady, until she checked the last place she remembered Alex kept a spare key, and there it was. With a small sense of relief, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taking a deep breath, she checked the living room first, then moved into the kitchen, observing the changes or lack thereof since the last time she had been here. Nothing much had changed. "He’s so boring," she said, laughing to herself as she stumbled her
Alex couldn’t sleep a wink after getting the text from Charlotte last night. It was vague, but he knew Charlotte well enough to understand that she had something on him. Something big. He checked his phone again to read the text one more time: “Guess what I found in your office today? I’ll give you tonight to guess what it is.” His heart raced as panic set in. He rushed over to his office, scanning the room frantically. Everything appeared in its place, but as he checked the desk, the papers, the drawers, it hit him. The contract was missing. “Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, slamming his hand down on the table in frustration. How could he have been so careless with something so important? Alex dialed Charlotte’s number, and she picked up almost immediately. “I see you’ve finally figured it out,” her voice came through the phone first, dripping with satisfaction. “Let’s meet up and talk,” Alex replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the anxiety building in
Claire had a bag in her room that she bought for her mom. She had planned to give it to her the next time they met, but in the rush of getting ready and Alex’s constant urging, she had completely forgotten about it. Her mom’s place was less than an hour’s journey away, so with a sigh of frustration, Claire decided to go grab it now and deliver it while she had the time. When she arrived at the house, she noticed that the door was unlocked. Claire raised an eyebrow but quickly dismissed the thought. She figured that since Alex was home, he likely didn’t need to lock it. She stepped inside and made her way into the living room, where she immediately saw something that made her heart skip a beat. A woman’s handbag lay casually on the sofa. Her heart dropped, and a wave of unease washed over her. She tried to calm herself, telling herself not to jump to conclusions. She had no reason to believe anything was going on. But the sight of the bag unsettled her, causing her thoughts to spir
Alex unfolded the letter with Claire by his side, their shoulders touching as they leaned over the words. His hand tightened slightly on the paper as he read aloud: “I don’t expect forgiveness, nor do I deserve it. What I did, everything I did, was wrong. I’ve spent months reflecting on my actions and the pain I caused both of you. You didn’t deserve any of it. All I can offer now is an apology, but I know words can never undo the harm. Please know I’m truly sorry. —Charles.” A heavy silence settled over them. Claire stared at the letter, her expression unreadable. "What do you think this means?" Alex asked, his voice low, almost hesitant. “After refusing to see me for months” Claire let out a slow breath. "I don’t know. Maybe it’s his way of closing a chapter, or maybe it’s guilt finally catching up to him. Either way, it doesn’t change what he’s done." Alex studied her face for a moment. "Do you think he means it?" She shrugged. "Maybe he does. Maybe it’s just words.
They stood in tense silence, their words still hanging heavy in the air, neither willing to break the stalemate. Finally, Alex scoffed lightly, dragging a hand down his face, breaking the tension between them. “What are we doing?” he muttered, his voice weary. “Yeah,” Claire echoed softly, “what are we doing?” Alex stepped closer, his movements slow, and carefully pulled her into his arms. She didn’t resist, but her arms stayed stiff at her sides. “I know you were scared,” he murmured, his voice thick with regret. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I swear to you, it will never happen again.” “You promise?” she whispered, her voice laced with doubt. “Yes,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “I promise. And I’m sorry about what I said earlier about your ex. That wasn’t fair. None of this is your fault.” Claire’s shoulders softened as her anger gave way to exhaustion. Slowly, she leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his waist. Alex exhaled deeply i
The sound of the hospital door opening snapped them both out of their reverie. They sprang to their feet in an instant, their eyes fixed on the doctor who stepped into the room, his expression unreadable. Alex’s heart hammered in his chest as he took a step forward, Claire beside him, her hand gripping his. The doctor looked between them, clearing his throat before speaking. "She's stable now, but we’ll need to monitor her closely. The impact was serious, but we've done everything we can for now." The relief that flooded through Alex was almost overwhelming, but his eyes never left the doctor. "Is she going to be okay? Will she make it through?" The doctor nodded slowly, his gaze softening. "It’s too soon to say for certain, but we’re hopeful. She’s a fighter." Claire let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and Alex tightened his grip on her hand and that made her realize they were holding hands. She quickly let go of his hand and Alex looked back confused a
Claire wasted no time getting back into her car and driving straight to Alex’s office. It took her a little over thirty minutes to arrive, and she rushed inside without a second thought. When she reached his office, it was empty. Letting out a scream of frustration, she ran her hands through her hair, feeling her composure slipping away. Desperation clawed at her as she fished her phone out of her bag and dialed Vanessa’s number. The line barely rang before Vanessa picked up. “Where is Alex?” Claire demanded without preamble. “Mr. Steele left work right after the meeting concluded about an hour ago,” Vanessa replied calmly. “An hour ago?” Claire repeated. “Yes. Is everything okay?” “He’s not picking his calls. Is there any other way I can reach him?” Vanessa hesitated. “I’ve been trying to pass on some information to him too, but I can’t reach him either. He hasn’t responded to anything.” Claire closed her eyes, frustration boiling over. There was no way to get ahold of h
Claire couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Roy’s mother standing at her doorstep, her face twisted with anger. “What are you doing here?” Claire asked in a sharp voice. “What am I doing here?” Roy’s mother shot back, her tone laced with venom. “My son died because of you. If you hadn’t left him, if only you’d taken him back, he’d still be alive right now!” Claire let out a bitter scoff, folding her arms defensively. “Don’t kid yourself. Your son died because he didn’t know when to back down. That’s not my fault, it was his choice to walk that path.” “You little wench!” Roy’s mother snarled, stepping forward and grabbing the front of Claire’s shirt with trembling hands. “How dare you talk about my son like that?” Claire’s mother became worried as the raised voices reached her. She quickly rose from her seat and began making her way to the door to know what is going on. Claire didn’t flinch under Roy’s mother’s grip. Her voice was low but firm as she asked, “Do you know w
It had been days since the investigation was officially launched, and tension had only grown thicker. The turning point came when an anonymous source submitted damning evidence to the authorities, call logs, text messages, and voicemails between Charlotte and Roy. The material was meticulous, exposing every detail of their plan: from luring Alex to the restaurant to orchestrating the photo and even identifying the person who had taken it. The board had convened once again to address the new developments. Alex walked into the office that morning, accompanied by Claire. She had insisted on coming, though she knew she wouldn’t be allowed into the conference room. Instead, she lingered outside, her nerves fraying as she waited for the meeting to begin. As she paced the hallway, she felt the air shift. When she looked up, Charlotte was walking toward her with her usual confident stride, though her face betrayed the slightest hint of stress. “I see you’re still with him, even after
Alex brought out his phone and placed it on the table before hitting the play button on the recording. The room fell silent as Alex’s voice filled the air, followed by Charlotte’s damning words. Gasps erupted from the board members, their shock evident as they exchanged wide-eyed glances. Charles, visibly flustered, slammed his hand on the table. “This is a desperate attempt to save yourself, Alex! That recording is fake, fabricated to sabotage me because you’re losing your place in the company!” Alex smirked, taking a deliberate step forward, his confidence radiating. “Oh, is that what you think I’m doing, Charles?” He leaned on the table, locking eyes with him. “Funny, because Charlotte would’ve thrown you under the bus if I had reconsidered her little offer.” With a tap on his phone, Alex resumed the recording, letting the incriminating part play. “I might just reconsider if you rethink your decision and choose me instead. We can turn our scandal into a love story.” T
The next day, Claire woke up earlier than usual, determined to make breakfast for Alex. She served him a plate of eggs and toast, but he barely touched it, eating absently while his mind wandered to the impending board meeting. “I could come with you, you know,” Claire offered hesitantly, watching him down the last sip of his coffee. He gave her a soft smile and shook his head. “I appreciate it, but it’s better if you stay here. I’ll handle it.” Claire didn’t press further, though she hated the thought of him facing everything alone. At the office, Alex walked through the building, catching the curious glances of employees who were clearly aware of the ongoing scandal. He ignored them, his focus set on the day ahead. Once in his office, he placed his phone on the desk and called Claire, her voice the only thing that could steady his nerves. “I’m already in,” he told her. “I’ll update you after the meeting.” “Just breathe, Alex. You’ll get through this,” Claire sai
Charles leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as the board members nodded one after the other, each voicing their agreement. The private meeting had gone exactly as he’d planned. The chaos surrounding Alex’s personal life had provided the perfect opportunity to strike, and now the board was on his side. “It’s settled then,” Charles said, his voice calm but laced with triumph. “We’ll convene tomorrow to finalize the motion. The longer we wait, the more damage this scandal will cause.” One of the senior board members cleared his throat. “We’re only doing this for the sake of the company. Alex has been a good CEO, but we can’t afford to let sentimentality ruin us.” “Exactly,” Charles replied smoothly. “This is about protecting the company and its future. Nothing personal.” After the meeting, Charles stepped out of the conference room, where Charlotte was waiting for him in the hallway. She was leaning casually against the wall, a satisfied gleam in her eyes.