π| FIFTY SIX
***This woman somehow has me wrapped around her fingers...***
~CARMEN~
The stocks were falling again, rapidly, out of the blues.
It had started three days before
But you had overlooked it, thinking that it was one the effects of the scandal one of the board members had been tied to recently.
You were wrong.
At least from the papers spread out before you, you could be sure.
Your eyes bulged as the darted across the expanse of the page.
The writings were vivid.
It detailed every single thing the investigation team had dug out.
Now it was clear, the reason the once steady green line was swiftly plummeting into the red zone.
Someone has leaked reports, one meant to be confidential.
The exaggerated reports was about a pending law suit in the shadows.
One that was being handled by the woman who had betrayed you.
Your secretary.
Daniella Ibiza.
Your breathing grew tagged as you tried to process everything.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
What was is the fact that she had left you sinking and switched ships, working with your long time rival.
Abigail Dascrest.
The stoic woman had not only stolen your secretary, she had whisked your lead negotiator and chief of technology away too.
Her move had signalled to the market that your ship was fast sinking, uncontrollably.
And it was a bad time to do this because your deal with a foreign company, one highly sort after, was in the due diligence phase.
You were just this close to getting it, all you had worked for.
But it might slip past you.
Everything could come crashing down without the important members of your team.
Rage bubbled deep in you, on a race through the entirety of your body.
"Fuck this!" You screamed.
The entire team standing in the room took steps back.
Turning away, you slammed the stack of papers in no your hands onto the mansonia table.
Your grip on the fragile sheet was hard enough to make your pale knuckles looked drained of blood.
"How on earth did this happen?" You demanded with sharp eyes.
The executive before you swallowed at your words, trying but failing to speak even a coherent word.
"Just shut it," you bellowed.
He flinched at your words, trying to mutter sorry in a stammer.
The words riled you up more than they should have.
Your hands was moving on its accord without your brain's consent.
The papers which had been lying on the table a second before was flying across the room, to him.
The man shook, probably about the wet his pants, as the papers fell over him like a confetti at a party.
"Not one more word from you," you warned, oonting at him.
He nodded.
"All of you, every last one of you are simply useless," you sneered.
The entire room was silent as you face palmed, literally.
"Oh bother," you said, calmer as you slid into the revolving chair.
You placed your elbows on the table, supporting your head with it, at a loss for what to do now.
This wasn't just a dip.
It was a full fledged crisis that had blown up before it could be handled.
At least not with the vultures hovering and watching the institutional sell-offs.
Your current investors were selling too fast, erasing the market cap.
Who wouldn't when Abigail Dascrest herself had approached the partner company and offered them a mouthwatering deal?
One that was mathematically impossible for you to beat given your current situation.
You closed your eyes, leaning back in the chair with a sigh.
Her face danced behind your eyelids and you were sure if you squeezed hard enough you could picture the triumphant tilt of her head when she heard the news.
Humiliation rose in your cheeks in the form of a warm flush.
You had played by the rules in this dirty game between both of you.
But, Abigail had destroyed the rule book, talking a bit herself in order to keep you out of the game.
She had essentially taken a huge loss just to ensure you didn't win.
"Fuck it," you muttered.
She had sabotaged this merger, the exclusive partnership now gone.
What was left to do at this point was only damage control.
...OmaPhinaPhire🔥