The Spoiled Girl

"Yes. Erm...I don't know. I'm sorry but I should get back now. My mother is going to finish her meeting soon. She might get anxious if she doesn't find me in her office,"

Beryl pleaded.

The woman, however, sneered, "Foolish child! Whether you overheard something or not, we can't let you go back to your mother. Don't blame me. I don't want to do this, but you should blame yourself for showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time."

Although Beryl was only a child, as soon as she heard the woman's words, she immediately understood what was going on. She turned around and tried to run away.

But, unfortunately, the door was locked from inside, and Beryl didn't know how to get it open.

Beryl banged at the door and shouted, "Help! Is anybody out there? Help!"

The woman pulled Beryl back and pinched her cheek with her slender fingers. "Go on, keep shouting. The sound proofing here is better than you'd expect. Even if you die here today, no one will know about it."

Beryl's face froze with a startled gasp.

"I am sorry. Please don't hurt me. Do you want money? I can ask my father and uncle for money as long as you don't hurt me. They are very rich."

To her surprise, the woman simply scoffed and replied, "Yes, I do love money, but I can't let you leave."

Beryl kept pleading eagerly, "Please, trust me. No matter how much money you want, my father can afford it. My father is a very rich man."

When the woman heard Beryl's words, she smiled, crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at Beryl.

Little Beryl was panicking in her mind.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" asked Beryl.

"Why? Because I find you amusing. I know that your family is rich because this company belongs to your parents. You are so lucky to be born into such a wealthy family. You were born at a level that we can never reach."

Beryl didn't know what th

to touch us. What do you think?"

Estelle suggested.

Beryl yelled, "My mother has been so kind to you. You're so ungrateful. Shame on you!"

Estelle slowly turned around and looked at Beryl with fiery eyes. "Shut up!"

Startled by Estelle's sudden outburst, Beryl retreated to a corner and remained silent.

She huddled up in a ball and didn't move a muscle.

It was four hours later when Emily finally came out of the meeting room.

When she came back to her office, she threw herself on the sofa.

As she closed her eyes, she started to recall what the other managers of the company had said to her in the meeting room.

The company's crisis had not been solved, and judging by the way things were going, it could get a lot worse. This gave her more reason to be worried.

However, since Jacob was busy with his own problems, Emily didn't want him to worry about this matter anymore.

Moreover, Darren was no easy matter to tackle. This further stressed her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, please!"

Emily tidied up her messy clothes and stood up to see who it was.

The assistant came in and put down the coffee in her hand. Softly, she said, "Director Emily, it's off work now. Will you go home today?"