Chapter 89:
Judie bit her lip, the struggle in her gaze evident.
To Vivian, Judie was not useful anymore.
It seemed her only pleasure was to flaunt in front of Judie. After chatting for a while, Vivian asked the others to leave. This gave Judie a chance to speak with Vivian.
âMs. Warren, what joyous news! Itâs all over townâMr. Dawsonâs grandmother has forgiven you. Seems your wedding with Mr. Dawson is on the horizon!â Judie said.
Vivian beamed. âBryanâs grandmother has forgiven me long ago. She just stalled because of the Dawson familyâs reputation. After all, I had left Bryan before. But now, itâs all good.â
âThatâs good to hear,â Judie responded with haste. âBut what are you going to do with Eileen?â
Hearing Eileenâs name, Vivianâs grin held a triumph. âSheâs nothing but Bryanâs toy. She certainly canât remain by Bryanâs side, not on my watch! I donât think Iâll even let her stay in Onaland.â
A thrill raced through Judie. âIncredible! Just two days ago, Eileen told me to resign by the end of this month. Sheâs got to be riled up, seeing how close I am to you.â
Judie just wanted to make Vivian angrier at Eileen.
Her crafty words hit their mark.
Vivian questioned, âWhat will happen if you stay? Can she actually do anything?â
âMs. Warren, everyoneâs bound to slip up at work, big or small. She could simply use that as a reason to fire you. Itâs difficult to predict,â Judie replied.
Keep reading at gαlηovelsâ¤cãm While Eileen had the power to fire someone in the company, Vivian, a secretary, wasnât granted the authority to countermand such decisions.
Thus, securing Judieâs position within the firm was anything but easy for Vivian.
Vivian thought about seeking Bryanâs assistance, yet she doubted his willingness to help her.
The idea of pleading directly with Bryan had never crossed Judieâs mind. She just focused on winning Vivianâs favor, a strategy to fortify her own standing.
âMs. Warren, did the thought ever cross your mind that Eileen might stir trouble at Mr. Dawsonâs grandmotherâs birthday bash, ruining your plans?â Judie asked.
The mere suggestion caused Vivian to stiffen. The precarious secret of the pregnancy, if unveiled by Eileen, threatened to shatter her carefully laid plans.
âShe has to be out of Onaland before the birthday celebration,â Vivian said with a firm resolve.
Judie nodded in earnest agreement. âAbsolutely! If her ties with Mr. Dawson come to light, sheâll have no choice but to leave the company and Onaland, too. Mr. Dawson will certainly cast her aside to preserve his own image.â
Judieâs words were convincing, and Vivian agreed with her.
Yet, Vivian was no fool, and the realization that Judie was manipulating her lingered at the back of her mind.
Grasping Judieâs hand, Vivian said, âYou need to handle this. Itâs not my place to step in. Should Bryan get wind of any meddling, it would only strain my relationship with him. As long as my relationship with him doesnât change, Iâll have the power to protect you.â
Judie was caught off-guard, speechless.
Vivian continued, âLook, once Eileen is out of the picture, Iâll have a firm grip on things here. Keeping you inside the company? Thatâs the easy part. Promotions, raisesâtheyâll care about your husbandâs job situation; we can fix that, too. Before you know it, youâll both be enjoying your life in Onaland.â
Vivianâs words painted a future as bright as the midday sun, striking a chord with Judieâs deepest yearnings.
How could Judie refuse such an offer?
She agreed and quickly departed, but once the adrenaline faded, she realized that the situation was tricky.
If she failed and Eileenâs wrath was roused, she would be cornered without an exit.
Weighing her options, she reached for her phone and dialed Roderick.
âRoderick, thereâs trouble brewing. Eileen and Mr. Dawson might be on the outs, and heâs set on marrying Ms. Warren,â she told Roderick.
âNo wonder Eileen told me to brace for this early. She saw this storm coming. But thereâs a silver lining. At the very least, it means she wonât be stuck in this mess anymore,â Roderick replied.
âAnd how is that a silver lining?â Judie gave a frustrated sigh. âEileenâs pregnant! And now with Bryan leaving, where does that leave her? Not only will she be left with nothing, but she also needs to have an abortion. Thatâs so unfair! And once Ms. Warren is in charge, Eileenâs chances here will be gone.â
With each word from Judie, Roderickâs face grew darker. âThat man is a jerk! Iâll call Eileen and ask her what she thinks.â
âWhat good will that do?â Judie challenged, her irritation clear. âSheâs been wronged, with no parents to support her. Youâre her brother. Itâs on you to fight for her, not to question her about these matters. Listen, why donât you take this to Mr. Dawson? He dreads a public spectacle. Demand some kind of payback for Eileen.â
âWhat are you suggesting?â Roderick shot back. âFacing Mr. Dawson could only spell disaster. And if it turns into a fiasco, Eileenâs chance to remain here is out the window!â
âStaying quiet wonât help her, either. Ms. Warrenâs not about to let her stick around. If Eileenâs on her way out regardless, her reputation shouldnât be a concern. Iâll get you into the company to talk to Mr. Dawson⦠Just steer clear of mentioning the pregnancy. We donât want to mar her chances of finding someone in the future,â Judie said.
Judieâs words swirled in Roderickâs mind, leaving him conflicted, unable to settle on what to do next.
Judie added, âIâm doing this for Eileenâs best interest. Sheâs got too big of a heart, always putting others first. Can you really just watch and do nothing as her brother?â
âYouâre making sense. As her only kin, itâs my duty to step up for her,â Roderick replied. Once the call ended, Roderick made his way directly to the Apex Group headquarters.
The office was a vista of grays and blacks, mirroring Bryanâs cool demeanor.
Behind his desk, he watched as Eileen delivered her report.
Before she could finish, he interjected, âHave you caught a cold?â
Her raspy voice, paired with a creased brow, betrayed her discomfort.
She set aside the paperwork. âYeah. But it wonât interfere with my job.â
Bryan suggested, âIf youâre not well, perhaps you should head home. I feel bad watching you like this. Get some rest; your salary will remain untouched.â
Eileen, taken aback, said, âIâm grateful for your leniency, Mr. Dawson. Iâll manage; no need for concern.â
Her resolve seemed to echo in Bryanâs mind. He wondered how long Eileen would stay by his side. Once the quarterly report was settled, Eileen asked, âIs there anything else you need from me, Mr. Dawson?â
Bryan retrieved some cold medicine from his desk and suggested, âTake one. Then have some rest in the lounge.â
Eileen hesitated, her expression uncertain. Resting in his private space was beyond consideration.
Bryanâs voice was firm. âRest now. You need it.â
âBut Ms. Warren is still outside. Wouldnât that cause a misunderstanding or even upset her?â Eileen had wanted to ask this question countless times, and today, she finally did.
Understanding dawned on Bryan as he reclined in his seat and narrowed his eyes. âIâll tell you after the birthday celebrations are over.â
Eileen conceded with a reluctant nod. âAlright, Iâll take the medicine. But Iâll forgo the rest.â
âFind some time, and weâll have a talk in the future,â Bryan said, shifting the conversation away from his insistence on immediate rest.
The implication of a further talk hung in the air. What could he possibly mean, if not a reminder to keep a distance in the future?
Eileenâs lips quirked into a half-smile. âShould you wish to talk later, Iâll make myself available!â
She pondered whether he would desire her company once her true identity came to light.
Bryanâs gaze lingered on Eileen, deep with confusion. Despite the long look, the message behind her guarded expression remained a mystery to him.
âI should return to my work,â Eileen said, pivoting on her heel to leave.
Eileen had personally prepared the cold medicine for herself, yet somehow, the medicine he had given her tasted different.
Feeling dizzy, she allowed her head to rest on the deskâs cool surface for a brief respite.
An urgent call pierced the midday lull, signaling turmoil within the company. The afternoonâs agenda was abruptly advanced, erasing any hopes for a leisurely lunch break.
With weary eyes, Eileen gathered her documents and departed. As she did, Bryan came out of his office.
Without hesitation, she trailed after him.
The companyâs executives, like a current, all gathered to go to the meeting. The congestion of lunchtime only heightened the sense of urgency.
In the sea of tailored suits, a figure clad in blue caught Eileenâs eye. That man was wearing a helmet and a mask.
His exposed eyes bore into Bryan, their familiarity unsettling to Eileen, though she dismissed the possibility.
The medicineâs haze left Eileen momentarily adrift until a familiar shout sliced through the fog.
âBryan, you bastard! How dare you treat my sister so cruelly?â
Roderick, in a fit of rage, threw his takeout towards Bryan and bolted forward.
Eileen, jolted to alertness by her brotherâs outcry, deflected the airborne takeout in his direction.
The soup drenched her instead, the burn turning the back of her hand a stark red, the pain etching into her features.
The onlookers all recoiled from the chaos, their faces etched with shock as Roderick closed in on Bryan.
Bryanâs gaze, icy and sharp, fell on Eileenâs injured hand before shifting to Roderick.
With a swift movement, Bryan kicked Roderick, who was sent sprawling.
Roderickâs grimace was brief. His determination was unshaken as he attempted to rise.
It wasnât long before the crowd snapped to action, subduing Roderick and holding him firmly against the floor.
Pinned down yet undeterred, Roderick spat out accusations.
âBryan Dawson, you hypocrite! My sister has worked for you for years, loyally at your side in the daylight and bending to your will at night. But when the moment suits you, you discard her like sheâs nothing!â
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