Take back
1071 Words
Various pieces of crumpled paper lie around her as she scribbled on another piece of paper, drafting out plans.
She needed to be ready and so, being ready, she had to play it smart to get back Rose Group, the Group her uncles had joyously taken over not even a day after her parent's death was announced.
After her parent's death, the daughter of her youngest uncle, Carlin, proceeded and made a deal with a mafia gang to kill her. She considered herself lucky because she only sustained injuries. Her plan to take over Rose Group started from then, and the first plan was to lie low, keeping away from the public and making them believe she was dead.
Well, she could have been dead though if not for her brother, Leo, a skilled doctor. He saved her life. She was saved and stayed in the hospital for a long period of time, disguising as a nurse.
Leo was the only person she could rely on. He kept her safe. But then, Wendy was back and ready to inherit, and so, Leo was ready to stick with her and protect her.
Wendy bit the tip of her pen as she stared at her piece of writing. Again, she scrunched up the paper and threw it behind her. This kept recurring until she was able to draft out a perfect one after hours of sitting with her neck bent.
A victorious smile appeared on her face as she slowly stood up from her sitting position beside the bedside lamp. She was going to finish every one of them. The dimly lit lamp gave a sneak of the smirk that rested on her lips. This time, she was moving and no one could stop her.
Crack. She tripped on her feet, causing her to land on the floor. She massaged her neck with a grunt. Now she had to pay for sitting for long hours with her neck bent.
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It happened. A victorious smile played on her face as she swerved around in her seat. She was sitting on the seat meant for the CEO.
She stopped swerving in her seat and rose to her feet. She walked around her seat, running her fingers around the smooth surface of her table and books that lay on it.
The clicking of her black six-inch heels stopped as she stood in front of the small placard that read CEO with her name written boldly on it.
She dropped the placard and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of the cream-colored office. The beginning of it all, the beginning of her reign as CEO. It felt so satisfying.
She had much work to do now. Her careless and greedy uncles had almost run the company down and reduced its financial state to nothing.
Just like in the plan she drafted out, she struck at the right time. She struck when they were low on money and bought all their shares for a huge amount of money. They had no idea who they sold it to.
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“Who did you sell the company to, Benice?” Jonathan, one of Wendy's uncles, said.
The two men with pot-bellies sat in an empty conference room to discuss one of their greedy plans.
“Oh man, I have no idea,” Jonathan replied. “It was an anonymous buyer, but she had a large amount of money to offer, and you know we badly need the money.”
“She? A woman?” Jonathan asked.
“Yes.” Benice's face furrowed in confusion. “What's wrong with gender?”
“That's surprising and at the same time suspicious,” he replied.
Ignoring Benice's talk on gender equality, he dialed a number on his phone. He passed a few instructions to the person on the other end before ending the call.
“Are you being serious?” Benice asked. “Why are you hell-bent on knowing who bought the company?”
“Benice. Benice. Benice,” he called, with a soothing voice as he stood on his feet with the aid of his walkie stick. “We've got to be wise.” He placed two fingers on his forehead in demonstration. “We've got enemies everywhere, and we've got to be alert, so we wouldn't be surprised when they strike at us.”
“Makes sense.” Jonathan rises to his feet.
The duo made their way out of the rooms and walked toward the elevator in slow steps as they patiently discussed pending matters.
Getting out of the building, they walked in hurried steps toward their car to avoid the scorching afternoon sun.
Standing in front of his expensive looking car, a ding sound emitted from his phone in his trousers pocket. Jonathan reached for it and opened the message that popped on the phone screen.
Beads of sweat immediately broke out on his face. He didn't need to read the content, but staring at the picture of a particular lady, with short auburn hair, made his heart beat fast. “You've got to be kidding me.” He placed his hand on his car for support.
“Is something wrong?” Benice asked.
“Check it out yourself.” He threw the phone at the other man's chest. “How could you all have been so careless? I thought you all said she was dead.”
“Oh my God!” Benice eyes opened wide in terror. “Wendy?”
“Now, someone needs to explain to me how Wendy came back to life.”
“Oh, s**t!”
“This has to be answered by Mark. He gave the job to his daughter, Carlin.”
“Well, Carlin or not, we're all doomed,” Jonathan said, almost screaming.
If anyone took a look at the two older men under the hot sun, one would think they had their butts placed on hot pepper. They were moving aimlessly around their car and sweating.
“Get me on the phone with Carlin, this instance,” Jonathan deadpanned.
After what felt like hours of continuous ringing, the call was picked.
“Uncle Jon?” A shrill voice came through.
“No time, Carlin,” Jonathan said, as he snatched the phone from the other man.
“What's going on?” she asked.
“Well, well, well. I think you have some explaining to do on Wendy's death.”
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