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Chapter 214: Like I Was Invisible
The employees slowly returned to their screens, pretending to reclaim a normality that no longer fit.
Hudson stepped forward with the chilling authority of Damien Blackwood, while Cruz–perfectly
maintaining his role as Ashcroft–followed right beside him, his posture dripping with casual confidence.
James fell into place a half–step behind them, tablet in hand, while the real Damien and the real Ashcroft blended seamlessly into the rear as part of the security detail, perfectly maintaining the illusion.
The executive elevator waited at the end of the hall, doors open as if expecting them.
They walked toward it without urgency, without discussion, and without a single glance back.
There was nothing left to see except consequences already in motion.
Behind them, Brandy stood frozen for half a second too long.
Then, she suddenly broke from her spot, desperately rushing forward to catch up to the man she thought was Ashcroft.
“Wait!”
Her voice cracked through the corridor as she lunged forward, clutching her purse tight against her side.
“Mr. Ashcroft-!”
She tried to reach out, but it was too late–he had already stepped inside the cab.
He did not turn. He did not pause. He didn’t even glance back to acknowledge her voice, completely shutting her out as if she were invisible.
The heavy doors began to slide shut, sealing him away.
Her knuckles turned white around the strap of her bag as a sharp mixture of crushing dismay, humiliation, and wounded pride flashed across her face.
He hadn’t even given her a second glance.
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A suffocating silence immediately slammed back down over the floor. Brandy stood unmoving, deeply offended as she stared at the closed executive elevator like it had personally insulted her existence. Then slowly, she exhaled through her nose. Her expression hardened from defeat into pure fury.
Spinning on her heel, she marched toward the standard employee elevator bay and aggressively slammed her thumb into the call button.
A few seconds passed.
Ding.
The mechanical tone sliced through the quiet, and the heavy metal doors slid open.
Brandy gasped, instinctively stepping back as the sheer, intimidating aura of the passengers hit her.
Two elite security personnel stepped out in unison. Unlike the front desk guards in standard blazers, these men were dressed in tastical black, the embossed crest of Blackwood Enterprises gleaming against their Kevlar vests
Startled by their imposing size and cold expressions, Brandy instinctively stepped back.
The guards ignored her completely as they stepped forward, their attention locking onto Monroe.
“Sir.”
Monroe acknowledged them with a single nod before hauling Bill Franklin upright with controlled force.
Bill let out a broken sound as his knees nearly gave out beneath him, his expensive suit hanging off his body like a shroud.
“Alright,” Monroe muttered, steering him forward. “Move. You heard Mr. Blackwood.”
He paused briefly.
“Your clock is already ticking.”
Bill tried to speak, but only panic came out.
Monroe ignored it completely.
“Follow me,” he ordered the guards as he dragged Bill down the corridor toward his office.
When they reached the door, Monroe opened it and shoved Bill inside, not enough to hurt him–just enough to make him stumble.
Bill tripped forward, catching himself on the edge of his mahogany desk. The sudden loss of dignity seemed to ignite a final, desperate burst of delusion.
“How dare you!” Bill hissed, turning around to straighten his rumpled jacket.
The fabric stretched tightly across his bloated waist, his carefully maintained salt–and–pepper beard twitching with pathetic rage.
“I am the director of this department! I built this-”
Monroe let out a harsh snort.
“Yeah? Keep telling yourself that.”
He crossed his arms, looking down at Bill with open disgust.
“You really screwed yourself this time, Bill.” Monroe clicked his tongue slowly. “Honestly, you should feel lucky the boss is even letting you pack.”
His eyes drifted toward the expensive gold–plated pen set displayed neatly across the desk.
Then, with deliberate disrespect, Monroe lifted his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose using his
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middle finger while staring directly at Bill.
Only after a long beat did he lower his hand and tap the desk lightly.
“But I wouldn’t get too attached to any of this if I were you”
Bill’s chest heaved, his eyes wide and bloodshot against his pate face.
“What… what do you mean by that? What do you mean!”
“Enough!” Monroe snapped, cutting him off instantly.
He lifted his wrist, peeling back his sleeve to glance down at his watch
“Your thirty minutes started the exact second the boss walked away from you out there. Which means you
currently have exactly twenty minutes left.”
Bill choked on his next breath, his eyes darting frantically around the room.
“Pack your stuff,” Monroe commanded, his voice cold and flat. “And make sure absolutely nothing of yours is left behind. You heard the boss–not even a paperclip.”
Monroe looked Bill up and down one last time, from his sweating forehead down to his straining, ruined
corporate attire.
The sheer pity in Monroe’s eyes was more insulting than a slap to the face.
He turned his back on the broken director and looked at the two guards standing like statues in the
doorway.
“Keep a close eye on him,” Monroe ordered them.
“The moment those twenty minutes are up, whether he’s finished packing or not, drag him out of here. Make sure he is completely out of this building in twenty minutes flat.”
The guard on the left gave a sharp, clinical nod.
“Copy that, sir.”
The response was flat, professional, and completely devoid of sympathy.
Bill’s shoulders slumped as the finality of the words hit him. There would be no negotiating, no pleading, and absolutely no extensions.
Monroe didn’t say another word. He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving Bill alone under the unblinking watch of the two guards.
Meanwhile, the standard elevator doors finally closed, cutting Brandy off from the suffocating tension of the executive floor.
She leaned heavily against the metal wall as she stared at the illuminated panel of buttons. Part of her just wanted to smash the button for the lobby, walk out those glass doors, and never look back.
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She had absolutely had enough of this place.
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If there was one silver lining to this entire chaotic nightmare, it was that she was finally out from under Bill’s disgusting grip. Watching his pathetic downfall had been a victory, even if it was short–lived.
Her eyes flicked to the button as Damien’s cold voice echoed in her mind. Should she even bother stopping by, or just cut her losses and vanish?
She hesitated, her finger hovering over the panel. No, she resolved, her expression hardening. Money is still money. If she was leaving this place, she was going to squeeze every single cent out of them first.
As the cab dropped, a dark, obsessive thought took root, chilling her fury into something lethal.
If she lingered just a little longer, she might just cross paths with Ashcroft again. And if that happened? She would make sure he could never look past her again.
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