Chapter 2
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In the bustling streets of New York City, Mr. Elliott Sterling climbs into his luxury G wagon, ready to tackle the day ahead in his sharp business attire. Several important calls arrived from various clients requesting meetings. A surge of urgency shot through him.
"Hello!", He barked into the phone, his voice laced with a mix of concern and annoyance.
"Indeed, sir, I get it. I'll be there instantly," he promised, his tone sharpening despite his best efforts to sound reassuring.
"What on earth!" Oh no, not today.
His patience wore thin finding himself trapped in the relentless traffic.
“Move it, slowpokes! Can't you see other people are trying to get somewhere?" he barked, his tone dripping with arrogance and entitlement.
As he arrived at the office, his workers whispered about his tough reputation, both from the reception room and the meeting room.
“...No way! He's finally here?" one voice hissed.
"Seriously? Who does he think he is?" another voice retorted, sharper and more bitter.
As he neared the door, everyone fell silent and greeted him, but he brushed past without acknowledging them, his focus set on pressing matters. With a confident stride, he exuded authority, commanding attention as he moved forward.
The air crackled with a sudden stillness – whispers died down, and a flurry of activity in the reception area gave way to forced busyness.
"Mrs. Sarah, get those files on my table now!".His voice boomed with a seriousness that left no room for argument.
Guilt twanged in Mrs. Sarah's stomach like a tuning fork. "S-Sir," she stammered, her voice laced with apprehension. "I apologize for the delay, but I only just arrived. I'll get those files on your desk as soon as possible
“What!!.
“You are fired!!,we don't need an unserious fool like you in this company, " he said with a tone dripping with authority.
The environment undergoes a silence as Mrs Sarah is still trying to wrap her head around her sudden dismissal, and suddenly, she breaks out in tears.
"Please, sir! Have mercy on me!".
Her voice cracked with desperation, a raw plea that echoed in the office. The sudden dismissal felt like a physical blow, the shock leaving her legs weak. She crumpled to the floor, the stark reality of her situation sinking in.
"This is pathetic, Mrs Sarah! You're a complete waste of payroll space! Look at this assignment - a toddler could do better! Do you call yourself an employee? Get this through your thick skull - you're fired! Security! Escort this incompetent out of my building right now!”.
The office undergoes a sudden transmission as the workers watch Mrs Sarah being dismissed from the office.
"Michael! What's the update on the $5000.000 deal with the chief registrar? Any good news?”, He barked, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere like a whip.
"Y-yes, Boss," Michael stammered, his voice trembling with nerves as he faced his intimidating presence.
"Certainly, ensure all details regarding the deal are on my desk upon my return. No excuses; failure to comply will result in termination.”Mr. Elliott said without missing words.
"Understood, I'll make sure all the deal details are on your desk when you return, sir," Michael said with fear.
As Mr. Elliott made his way out of the office, a palpable tension hung in the air as everyone watched him closely
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In the blazing sun, Chelsea, tears flowing, sought help urgently for her mom. Overwhelmed with sorrow, she stumbled, oblivious to the world. A surge of terror gripped her as Mr. Elliott's car narrowly missed her, sending her into a frenzy of fear and panic.
"What's wrong with you, you fool?" Mr. Elliott yelled, rolling down his car window. "Do you have a death wish? Are you completely daft?"
Shocked, Chelsea stammered, "I-I'm sorry, sir".
Mr Elliott's voice reverberated with fury.“Clear the road immediately! I have places to be, and I won't wait a moment longer.”
Chelse's heart raced, her hands trembling, as she tried overpowering the fear of Mr. Elliott's stern demeanor.
"Please, sir, I beg of you," Chelsea pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. "My mom's life is on the line, and we need $100.00 to start her treatment."
"I couldn't care less about your mom! Do I look like some kind of charity to you?" Mr. Elliott spat, his voice dripping with contempt and disdain.
"I'm willing to do any job, just give me a chance to work. I'll do whatever it takes."
Mr. Elliott's employees must be prepared to endure any hardship, with hearts tougher than stone. He shows little consideration and can be incredibly demanding and stressful to deal with.
"Of course, you can work for me. I just dismissed that useless Mrs. Sarah for her incompetence.”
"Thank goodness! I can finally save my mom's life," Chelsea exclaimed, relief flooding her heart as tears of gratitude welled in her eyes.
"Quit lazing around! Get your sorry self to my office building and sign some agreements. I've got places to be, and your incompetence is holding me back.
Mr. Elliott's harsh words hung heavily in the air, creating an uncomfortable and hostile environment. Despite feeling intimidated and demoralized, Chelsea found solace in the fact that her mother would finally receive the treatment she desperately needed.
"Thank you, sir," Chelsea murmured hastily, her heart heavy with resignation as she hurried inside the office building.
The agreement was signed successfully, but Chelsea couldn't shake the feeling that dealing with Mr. Elliott would be no easy feat.
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After over a week, Mrs. Ava Rivers lay on the hospital bed, neglected and alone. Her condition deteriorated rapidly, causing concern among the doctors and nurses.
"Unbelievable insolence! Does this girl want her mom to die on our doorstep?" Dr. Jamie exclaimed furiously. "Nurse, prepare the transfer papers. We'll send this woman to any charity organization nearby. She can't die here; it'll reflect poorly on our company.”
Just as Chelsea walked in, carrying a bag filled with money from her new boss, she went straight to the mom’s bed, her voice trembling with urgency and hope. "Mom! I have the money now. I'm going to pay the bills so you can get the care you need.”
“Chelsea, what's wrong with you? Do you have a death wish for your mom?” Dr. Jamie's voice rang out with shock and frustration, cutting through the air like a knife. Chelsea felt the weight of her words, a sudden realization of the consequences crashing over her.
"I'm here, ma'am, and I've paid. Please start the surgery. My mom can't die. Please!”
Chelsea pleaded desperately, her voice trembling with fear and urgency.
“Prepare the theater," Dr. Jamie commanded one of the nurses.
Watching her mom in the theater, Chelsea's mind raced, remembering the sacrifices she made for the money and preparing for the harsh reality of her secretary job with Mr. Elliott. The memory of their chilling encounter snapped her back to reality.
Her thought was Interrupted by the sudden ring of her phone, Chelsea was reminded of the demands of her new job. In a flurry of emotions, she
took a deep breath and silently encouraged herself to stay strong amidst the challenges ahead.
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