The Billionaire’s Redemption

"Are you unable to obey basic instructions?" Sandra!! The sound of Moses Edward's voice cut through the air like a dagger, stopping Miss Robert in his tracks. His query weighed heavily, and there was no denying the strength in his voice. Slowly, she turned to face his intense blue eyes. Moses, tall and well-groomed, stood behind his glass desk with a commanding and irritable air. He carried a sheet of paper in his palm as if it were proof of the biggest crime in history. Sandra's tone was measured as she tightened her hold on the pile of paperwork she was holding. "I followed your instructions exactly, Mr. Edward," she said. "The merger paperwork was ready and delivered on schedule." He strode around the desk and continued, "Then maybe you'd like to explain this mistake." He tossed the paper onto the table before her with a flick of his wrist. Sandra took a position, set down her reports, and raised the offending page. As she looked over the paragraph, her heart fell. One of the financial statements included a conspicuous mistake: a decimal that was not in the right place. It may seem insignificant to most, but in the realm of business empires, it was enough to bring about the collapse of whole fortunes. Her voice trailed off a little as she remarked, "This… this wasn't here when I reviewed it." Her back was straightened. "It must have changed after I sent it in." With an inscrutable face, Moses c****d his head. "A handy justification." Sandra shot back, her nerves tingling with annoyance, "I don't make excuses." "I check everything I send you twice." With a tone that chilled the air between them, he responded, "And yet here we are." Sandra tightened her jaw, trying to keep her cool. She had been pushed to the limit every day by this guy, the powerful Moses Edward, but the weeks she had worked for Edward Enterprises had tried her limitations. But she couldn't risk losing this position. Not right now. Not when it was her sole means of survival. "Fix it," he said plainly, as though it were that simple. Sandra calmly responded, "I'll do what I can," and carefully put the document back on the desk. "Not up to par." The sharpness in his voice startled her, and she looked back at him. "Don't 'do what you can,'" Moses went on, his gaze fixed on hers. "You take the proper action. Or you're gone. Like a challenge, the words lingered in the air. Sandra inhaled deeply. "I expect you to have enough faith in me to know that this won't happen again if I repair it, which I will. without assigning responsibility where it isn't due. The slightest hint of a smirk flickered across Moses's lips, but it was gone as fast as it had come. He returned his attention to his work and added, "We'll see." Sandra stayed for a time, her feelings alternating between rage and determination. Without saying anything further, she collected the reports and walked out of his office, her heels clicking deliberately on the marble floor. By the time Sandra got back to her desk, the office was bustling with activity. Line by line, she scanned the digital copy of the merger documents after settling into her chair. She couldn't get rid of the notion that it wasn't her fault, and the mistake was there, obvious and unchangeable. Emma, her closest friend and coworker, interrupted her thoughts with a voice. Emma leaned over the cubicle wall and murmured, "Sandra." "You appear to have recently experienced a hurricane. This time, what did the overlord say? Sandra's lips quirked into a sardonic smile as she looked up. "He says I made a mistake on the merger paperwork." Emma's eyes grew wide. However, you didn't. I watched you check those three times. "That's right," Sandra whispered. "I believe that after I sent them to his office, someone tampered with them." Emma scowled as she cast a furtive glance around the room. That's more than just petty, if you're correct. That is sabotage. As Sandra ran a hand through her hair, she added, "Tell me about it." "But demonstrating it is a completely different matter." With encouragement, Emma responded, "You'll figure it out." "You always do." Sandra gave a little smile, but her thoughts were already racing. After two hours, Sandra had put the records back together, comparing them to all the information she could locate. Her nerves were shot by the time she printed the final edition, but the numbers were flawless. It was 4:45 p.m. when she looked at the clock. There are fifteen minutes left. Sandra, her resolve like steel, gathered the documents and went back into Moses's office. Before entering, she gave it a single knock. His demeanor was as uninterested as ever as he looked up from his computer. Sandra put the file on his desk and said, "The corrected documents." Moses took it in his hands and carefully turned the pages through. Before he eventually spoke, there was a long, stifling stillness. "Very impressive," he remarked, putting the file aside. Uncertain if she had heard him correctly, Sandra blinked. Moses went on, "You corrected the mistake and recalculated the projections." "Most people wouldn't have noticed that." Sandra responded, "Thank you," but her voice was more inquisitive than appreciative. Moses sat back in his chair and looked at her so intently that her skin tingled. "You're different from the other employees here." Sandra couldn't tell if that was a subtle critique or a complement. "Haven't you been undervalued all your life?" he inquired abruptly. She was surprised by the question. "I guess so." He added, "And yet, here you are," in a gentler, more reflective voice. "Proving me wrong while standing in my office." Sandra didn't respond since she wasn't sure how to react. At last, he said, "You did well." "But try not to get carried away by it." Sandra felt the weight of his control return as the moment broke apart as fast as it had begun. She said, "I won't," and turned to go. "Miss Robert." She stopped and looked back at him. "Well done," he remarked in a reluctant tone. Sandra nodded as she left the office, a glimmer of satisfaction igniting in her chest. The bus windows muffled the noise of the city, making the ride home more peaceful than normal. Sandra's mind was racing as she gazed at the skyline. Moses Edward was a mystery—somehow, he respected her when she went beyond her bounds, even if he appeared intent on pushing her to the edge. She was unable to determine whether he was a threat or a mentor. But she would not give up, that much was certain. Not from anyone, not from him. Sandra grabbed her suitcase and stood as the bus came to a stop. She was prepared for the hardships that were ahead. Because Sandra Roberts had learnt how to battle for her position in the world, if there was one thing she had learned in her life.