The Arrogant Beauty who Cured The Billionaire's Vacant Soul
Chapter 6
Amaira
One year later
Dressed in a navy blue elegant skirt suit with white top underneath I took swift strides in my matching ballet flats along the propriety walls of Witmore industries. The staff greeted me by parting like a red sea while I walked my way to the elevator. I'm Amaira Witmore, a doctor by profession, benignant and compassionate. But they are the qualities I conceal from the world and only a few people know. Being the only child of my father Richard Witmore, I'm raised with principles, command and dominance on people to rein the legacy of Witmore industries as the CEO Amaira Witmore.
"Why do you think the shares of Witmore industries are marking stupendously low in the financial market? I need an answer right now." I punched my hands on the table glaring at our chief operations officer Jeremy Spear. "I was out of the country for just six months on a doctoral program and you brought the company to doldrums." I accused the already shivering man in a high pitched voice.
"I have tried my entire resources madam but we are yet to know from where the pilferage is taking place." He answers me meekly. "You are a mum." My voice echoed between the walls of the room and eyes glazed at him in the brightness of a flying rocket. "Stay at home and look after your children, at least your wife will have some rest." He looks down in defeat and I order him with my voice low, composed. "You need not come to work tomorrow." I handed him the resignation letter. "Sign it or else your death is in my hands."
The next second he scrawled the signature on the resignation letter and sprinted out of the room. I dial my secretary. "Order an urgent meeting with the branch heads. They need to be in the conference room by eleven that is half an hour from now." I lift my hand and check the time while I tell Rita, my secretary.
"Why is our company running in losses? Why are the prices of shares depleting? And why is there a stealing going on company's accounts?" I ask the branch heads without a greeting. "Don't we have sublime software for peerless encryption of our accounts? Or some of you are going against the back of your own company?" I direct my point eyeing the branch heads without a snag, knotting my fingers together and leaning back.
"I want your sincere replies now." I move forward and prod on the huge table with the pen in my hand. "Else I'm going to fish the reason out on my own and whoever the culprit is will not have his head above his neck." I challenge the branch heads without a hesitation. "Playing these sorts of games menacingly is my expertise and that is how I'm on this chair today. Don't give me a chance otherwise I can tear you right here like a hungry vulture." I study each of the heads in a dissecting scale using the eyes of a hawk.
"We are sorry madam. Please give us time for a couple of days more and we will reach you with a promising result by the end of this weekend." The staff’s feeble answers came out. "I need you to be louder." I hit the table with my hand and stood up. They repeat their replies much louder and stern this time. "Good" my answer was firm. "If I don't find the solution to this problem right before this weekend then all of you will submit your resignations on my table by Monday morning."
"Yes madam" The department heads brought out strong unanimous replies. The following Monday morning I had a stack of files placed on my desk with the information along with the proof on who the reason is for our company's downfall. The answer was clean and clear Sunrise Industries CEO Adrian James Martin. The name felt familiar but even after searching my memory for more than half an hour I wasn't able to come up with a good result. This man for sure has his blood boiling for us but why? I called for the documents of our company, the deals we have signed and the amalgamations that took place in the last couple of decades but no information came out on our possible rivalry against the Matins.
The misappropriation was cleanly done in an expert manner with no third eye coming to know about it until the embezzlement went beyond the control. I booked an appointment with Adrian Martin's secretary for next Monday because he is out of the country right now.
How and why, I couldn't help but have my incongruent questions that emblazon my mind, the answers I wanted to find out more than curious.
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