Chapter 21
Lately, Cyril had noticed that business wasn’t going as smoothly as it should. Not only were several ongoing projects hitting snags, but even in the new energy sector–where he’d previously secured deals without a hitch–unexpected roadblocks were popping up
When Sam Johnson, his assistant, informed him that their fourth proposal had also been rejected, Cyril’s gut told him something was seriously off
He well
ent over the people and events he had dealt with recently, but nothing stood out–no obvious conflicts in his business dealings.
“Who the hell is behind all this? After a moment’s thought, he asked, “Have you reached out to Crosser yet?
The question made Sam break into a cold sweat. Avoiding eye contact, the assistant stammered. “Not yet, Grosser—”
“Are you kidding me! Cyril snapped, his frustration bailing over. “What the fuck am I even paying you for? You can’t get a damn thing done nothing on Trina, nothing on Truman either. Maybe it’s time for you to pack your shit and leave.”
“Mr. Banks, I swear I’ve been trying my best,” Sam protested, feeling helpless since Grosser hadn’t responded
“Try harder,” said Cyril
“What should I look into?” asked Sam
“Find out who’s sabotaging us. And if you come back empty–handed again, don’t bother coming back at all You’ll be done here.” Cyril growled. his patience wearing thin.
Sam left the room trembling, clutching his folder of documents, feeling his job was on thin ice.
Working
g for Cyril had its perks–there was no denying that. He was a tactical genius, and being his assistant carried a certain prestige.
On top of that Cyril was generous with his staff, especially when it came to bonuses. It was part of the reason the team had such loyalty. But his temper was something else entirely.
Whenever Cyril lost his cool, the assistant felt like dropping to his knees and begging for mercy.
He had all but given up hope of getting through to Grosser and was already mentally preparing his resignation letter when, out of nowhere, a response came through.
It felt like divine intervention. Sam was so relieved he could’ve kissed the ground Grosser walked on. This wasn’t just a message–It was a lifeline
He rushed to Cyril’s office, practically tripping over his feet as he knocked on the door.
“Got something?” Cyril asked coldly
“Yes.” Sam presented the documents with both hands as if delivering a decree.
Cyril flipped through the pages, his expression darkening as he read. When he finally closed the folder with a sharp snap, he muttered a name that carried a heavy weight. “Salazar Group
Sam was taken aback upon hearing this. He had heard of this conglomerate before
The Salazar Group was a major player in Macon, not as large as the Banks or Gross empires, but they dominated in their niche. Their family background ran deep too–comparable to some of the most elite clans,
“But.. we’ve never had any dealings with them. Why the hell would they come after us now? Cyril thought, unconsciously drumming his fingers on the desk, deep in contemplation.
After a while, he checked something on his iPad, and his oppressive aura intensified “Fred Salazar!”
Meanwhile, Trinu sat in front of her computer, thoughtfully looking at the information beside her.
Cyril had offered a high price to find out who was causing him trouble. Trina rubbed her belly, thought about the baby formula expenses after childbinh, and decided to accept the job.
After all, it didn’t matter if Cyril found out; sooner or later, such matters would surface. There was no point in hiding them, and since someone was willing to pay, she should earn the money.
However, she hadn’t expected Fred to go to such lengths to get back at her.
