"Silas…so it was you" Fidelia said in a voice that sounded like she was holding back her anger. Her teeth were pressing down on each other while he fingers around her phone tightened its grip.
"Yes darling….don't tell me you're angry? Silas said in a mocking manner as he laughed after enjoying every moment.
"So you are resorting to such a method now…anyways I'm not angry. It would blow off"
"Oh good..good, bravo I commend you. You are much stronger now Fidelia what changed? You should be begging me right now like the fragile girl you are.
Who knows I may consider forgiving you if you do…then we can marry after that" Silas said. He had never for once forgotten about acquiring her shares and he still needed to.
"Like a said Silas it would blow off, your petty games can't get to me"
"Petty? I only gave you a tip of what's coming before I wreck you. Last warning..come back to me" Silas demanded from her.
"No"Then she hung up immediately, already annoyed at that spot.
"See her..she doesn't even care at al and now is leaving just like that " A nurse said.
"I can't believe she's leaving, like she doesn't even care. It seems she's just a goody girl. I'll do what I've said. She assaulted a patient, now she's acting like she doesn't even know what she did."
The nurses and patients whispered. But Fidelia couldn't care less. It was better to leave this scene than create more problems for herself.
Meanwhile, Victoria, who had witnessed the scene from the very beginning, quietly stood there without moving or saying anything.
She couldn't do anything right now, so she simply stood by her side. Just then, she received the news that her mother had been stabilized. She quickly left to see her mother back in her room.
Fidela walked out of the ward slowly, every step heavy with frustration. She had already felt the trap closing in no matter what she said, no matter how calm she tried to sound, the situation had already turned against her.
The patient's cries still echoed in the corridor, making heads turn.
"I can't believe she's leaving, like she doesn't even care," one of the nurses whispered.
Another leaned closer, "It's always the quiet ones. She put on a sweet face earlier, but look now. Assaulting a patient? In this hospital?"
The murmurs grew like wildfire. Visitors frowned, staff whispered, and patients stared. Fidela clenched her fists but forced herself to keep walking. She knew if she turned back, she would only prove them right.
The patient's husband shouted after her, his voice like a blade across the hall.
"She assaulted my wife! And now she wants to walk away like nothing happened? No! I'll make sure she pays for this. I'll press charges if I have to!"
Fidela stiffened, but didn't turn around. Her image was being rewritten before their eyes, twisted into a villain they could rally against.
This is how reputations are destroyed, she thought bitterly. Not by what you've done, but by what people believe you've done.
Victoria's presence had been a quiet shield, but now she was gone. Fidela was alone, the eyes still drilling into her back as she walked.
She knew this wasn't the end. The whispers would spread. The accusations would harden. And if she wasn't careful, this false story would be the first stone in a wall built to crush her.
…..
Andrian was in a board meeting. The tech genius of the group was giving him a run down and explaining to him all the new tech products the smartphone that they were about to launch.
This was something that they had gained from when they acquired the new tech company. Now, combining those two resources, they were able to build a blueprint where they could create a new tech product that was far more advanced than the latest product.
"This is going to change the tech code. As you can see, it covers the flaws of the recent phone that we have created, and the server we will be using will be much faster and more advanced.
I am telling you guys, this is going to be revolutionary. We are going to be staying on the most and the best product ever throughout this year.
If this goes well, the stock price and profit will skyrocket far more than I can imagine. It is definitely going to be a record breaker."
Everyone was getting excited.
Andang asked a question.
"How long do you think we will be able to launch this product?"
The financial director, at this point, was the one to answer.
"If we are able to secure some investors who are willing to invest in us, I am sure we can reduce the time length and launch this product. The more investors we get, the faster we will be able to achieve and launch this product."
"The PR team should be ready to release some news, but not now. I would suggest a perfect time to give the public a hint of what we are designing. I wouldn't want it to backfire on us," Andrian said.
The meeting was coming to an end when a staff member rushed in, out of breath.
"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt this meeting. Something just happened. A few cars of the National—"
She paused, her voice shaking.
"The National Investigations Bureau (NIB) just arrived outside the company."
The boardroom went dead silent.
"What?!" Andrian shot up from my chair. "What do they want? What are they looking for?"
"I… I don't know," she stammered. "But they came in a huge team."
Before she could finish, the door burst open. A group of men in dark suits stormed in.
"NIB!" one of them barked. "This company is under investigation. Step away from your devices immediately. Any attempt to interfere will be considered obstruction of justice."
Confusion spread like wildfire across the room.
"What the hell is this? Who are you people? You can't just barge in here!" Mr. Richardson snapped.
The lead agent stepped forward and slapped a document onto the table.
"We have a federal warrant. Step aside, sir. We received a leak that your company is involved in illegal transactions."
Richardson's face was drained of color.
"That… that must be a mistake! We are not involved in anything illegal!"
The agent didn't flinch. He turned to his team.
"Secure everything. Seize the company's file servers, documents everything. Now."
Chaos erupted as agents fanned across the building. Papers were pulled, servers unplugged, files boxed up. Within minutes, the lifeblood of the company was being carried out the doors.
When they finally left, the room felt like a storm had passed through. One of the staff members turned to us, her face pale.
"Sir," she said in a low voice, "we have a serious problem."