Her heels clicked the marble floor, the sound was music to her ears. This was her turf the knight office, it was her idea to get this building, when she saw it for rent. It was a strategic place at the heart of the busy city. The down floor held the restaurant and bakery shop. The second and third was for office, the fourth floor was used for training staff. The fifth floor held the conference floor, and the last was top floor was her office.

She had a mission, someone was screwing with her business and they needed to feel her wrath.

At the sight of her, everyone got busy. Even those who would usually be gossiping where either typing away or walking briskly to give off busy vibe.

She entered into her private elevator to her office.

"Clara?.. What are you doing here" Asked her best friend and secretary Alicia.

"Am I not allowed to my office again"

"No I didn't mean that, you have the right to but you know being the week of your... "

Clara placed her hand on Alicia's shoulder giving her a gentle squeeze.

"That's the reason am here, my coffee please and send Patrick to me immediately"

"Okay"

Alicia, looked at her boss and best friend retreating figure. Since the event her friend had changed.The office rumor was becoming worse, she was getting cold as the day passed. But who was she to judge, if she was in her shoes, she would still be home crying.

"Come in" she replied to the soft knock she knew belonged to Alicia. Behind her was her target the snitch she was going to deal with.

"Licia please leave us alone, I wouldn't want to be disturbed. "

She said fixing her Green eyes on Patrick. Patrick rogers, he was a fine woker, always on top of his game. The head of her research team, though they are a young firm, he was paid well. She could not phantom his reasons for stabbing her at the back. He sat with confidence, the little beads of sweat at his temple gave her the satisfaction that he was intimidated alright.

"Am guessing you don't know the reason for this meeting. Well I won't beat around the bush, how much where you paid to sell information on the new project? " She asked in a calm voice that shocked even her, like all storms that come after the calm. She was definitely a brewing storm.

"What do you mean I don't... "

He was cut off, by pictures of his encounter with the informant.

"Still it doesn't prove anything, he could be a friend "

He still had a straight face and was lying, he was good. Too bad he has to go.

"Hmmmm... I guess it's the hard way then. Maybe this audio would refresh your memory.

" In that file is the list of ingredients for the new dish and all dishes. Our big project is to supply the big hotels and handle the mayor's parties"

She stopped the recording, he was sweating and was nervous.

"We both know it's you, I will be expecting your resignation to the HR office in two hours. Your service is no longer needed"

"No you can't, after all I did for this firm. You would be nothing without me " he stood up pushing the chair back, he was furious but she wasn't having it.

"Get.Out."

"Or what! maybe that's why you are a widow no man could stand a demanding and bossy woman like you. Do you know how we call you behind your back?!"

She simply raised her brow at him

"The Cold boss, you feel nothing" he spat.

"True, am cold, my heart died the day he died. So am not worried about the name, however I think I was being kind. You have a daughter right, Angel I presume she should be in school now, and your pregnant wife. Hmmmm.. I wonder what would happen to you if your daughter could be killed by accident or your wife suffers a miscarriage"

She pretended to think, touching her imaginary beard.

"Leave my family out of this, you will have my resignation. Please don't harm them." he begged, if it was before she might consider but she didn't care. It was true a part of her had been buried along with him.

She was cold and if they wanted to call her that, they were not far from the truth.

"You have three hours to leave this office and a month to leave this town."

He opened his mouth to talk, but was beaten to it when she spoke.

"This is my last act of kindness, don't make me regret it."

With that he left like a dog with it's tail between his legs. Now the real issue begin, how will she sort this mess.

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Another update heeyy!

What project did he leak the information?

Did she handle Patrick well or he need some physical beating 😁. Am not a violent person just asking 😀😀

Green eyes, wonder if she is the one?

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