Chapter 4: The Fall of the Petty King
Marcus felt the blood drain from his face. His phone, which had been silent, suddenly began to buzz incessantly in his pocket—emails from the security firm, texts from his supervisor. He pulled it out, his fingers shaking so badly he nearly dropped it.
Termination Notice: Effective Immediately.
He looked up, panic finally piercing through his arrogance. "I... I didn't know. Sir, please, this was a misunderstanding. I was just doing my job! I have a family!"
Elara walked toward him, the power of her presence filling the room. "You weren't doing your job, Marcus. You were abusing your position to target people based on your own biases. You thought I was a target because of how I looked, and you used your power to intimidate me. But here is the truth you missed: I am the majority shareholder of this corporation. I don't just own the store; I own the firm that hired you."
May you like
Marcus’s legs gave out. He stared at the woman he had tried to bully, realizing he had just handed his career over to her on a silver platter. He was a small man who had finally met a mountain.
"Security," Elara said, nodding toward the other guards who were now looking at Marcus with open contempt. "Escort him out. And ensure he is blacklisted from every property under our management."
