Jay jays pov:
Now I'm on my way to e.v corp drinking my coffee
Then I finally reached I went in 90km/hour yes I know.
Then in my room I'm ready for the bussiness meeting now , I switched on my samsung s10+ultra tab and attended the meeting
In the meeting:
Jay: Ms. Kim, it's good to see you again. I think it's been almost three weeks since our last in-person meeting.
Ms. Kim: Three weeks and four days, actually. Not that I was counting.
Jay: laughs You always remember the details.
Ms. Kim: Someone has to. You're usually too busy planning five years ahead.
Jay: Fair enough. Speaking of planning, I've been reviewing the market reports. The industry is changing faster than I expected.
Ms. Kim: I noticed that too. Regulations are becoming stricter in several regions, and investors seem more cautious than before.
Jay: Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes caution creates opportunities for companies willing to adapt.
Ms. Kim: That's one of the reasons our partnership has worked so well. You see opportunities where everyone else sees obstacles.
Jay: And you stop me from turning every opportunity into a risk.
Ms. Kim: Someone has to keep you grounded.
Jay: I've known you for almost ten years, and you're still saying that.
Ms. Kim: Because it's still true.
Jay: Fair point. Now, regarding expansion, what are your thoughts?
Ms. Kim: I think we should focus on strengthening our current markets before entering new ones.
Jay: Interesting. I was considering the opposite approach.
Ms. Kim: Of course you were.
Jay: Hear me out. If we wait too long, competitors may establish themselves first.
Ms. Kim: And if we move too quickly, we could stretch our resources too thin.
Jay: That's why I enjoy these discussions. You always challenge my ideas.
Ms. Kim: And you challenge mine. That's what partners are supposed to do.
Jay: Do you remember our first meeting?
Ms. Kim: Unfortunately, yes.
Jay: "Unfortunately"?
Ms. Kim: You walked into the conference room thirty minutes late and immediately started talking about market projections.
Jay: I was enthusiastic.
Ms. Kim: You were impossible.
Jay: Yet here we are.
Ms. Kim: Here we are.
Jay: Back to business. What concerns you most about the industry right now?
Ms. Kim: Public perception. Companies are under more scrutiny than ever.
Jay: I agree. Reputation has become just as valuable as revenue.
Ms. Kim: Exactly. A single mistake can damage years of hard work.
Jay: That's why transparency is important.
Ms. Kim: And consistency.
Jay: Speaking of consistency, your operations team continues to impress me.
Ms. Kim: Thank you. They work incredibly hard.
Jay: The efficiency numbers were excellent.
Ms. Kim: Coming from you, that's practically a standing ovation.
Jay: Don't get used to it.
Ms. Kim: Too late.
Jay: What about long-term goals?
Ms. Kim: Five years?
Jay: Five years.
Ms. Kim: Stronger global partnerships, improved technology, and sustainable growth.
Jay: That's almost identical to my list.
Ms. Kim: After all these years, I'm not surprised.
Jay: That's either a compliment or an insult.
Ms. Kim: I'll let you decide.
Jay: Fair enough. Do you ever think about retirement?
Ms. Kim: You? Retire?
Jay: I asked you first.
Ms. Kim: Honestly? No. I still enjoy building something meaningful.
Jay: Same. Every challenge feels like another puzzle to solve.
Ms. Kim: That's probably why we've stayed in business this long.
Jay: That, and the fact that neither of us likes losing.
Ms. Kim: Especially you.
Jay: Especially me.
Ms. Kim: At least you're honest.
Jay: Always.
Ms. Kim: That's debatable.
Jay: laughs You know, most people in the industry think we're constantly arguing.
Ms. Kim: They're not entirely wrong.
Jay: Maybe not, but they don't realize that's how we get our best ideas.
Ms. Kim: Agreed. Different perspectives create stronger decisions.
Jay: Then let's continue doing what we've always done.
Ms. Kim: Building the company one decision at a time?
Jay: Exactly.
Ms. Kim: Sounds like a plan.
Jay: Good. Now, let's review the next quarter's strategy before you start criticizing my ideas again.
Ms. Kim: No promises, Jay.
Jay: I expected that answer.
Ms. Kim: That's because you've known me for years.
Jay: And hopefully for many more.
Ms. Kim: Likewise, partner.
Jay:have a great day
Ms. kim: u too
Then I ended the meeting ok that was long
Then I wore a black leather racing jacket, black corset top, distressed patchwork cargo jeans, and white sneakers. For the fight with kaizer.i know it's tooo fashionable but what if my rubies or blinks or ReVeLuv's spot me, I can't risk it .
The warehouse was bigger than I expected.
That wasn't good.
Big spaces meant more room for people.
And Kaizer had brought a lot of people.
Rows of figures stood between rusted pillars and broken machinery. Some leaned against walls. Others sat on crates. All of them were watching me.
Waiting.
At the center stood Kaizer.
As always.
He looked exactly the same as the last time I'd seen him.
Calm.
Confident.
Annoying.
"You're late," he said.
I checked my watch.
"Nope. You're just early."
A few people laughed.
Kaizer didn't.
"Still trying to be funny?"
"Still trying to be scary?"
His jaw tightened.
Good.
That meant I was already winning.
Not the fight.
The conversation.
And with Kaizer, those were often connected.
He stepped forward.
"So you came alone."
I shrugged.
"You invited sixty people. I thought someone should bring quality instead of quantity."
More laughter.
This time it was louder.
Several of Kaizer's own people looked away to hide their smiles.
That made him even angrier.
Perfect.
Because angry people made mistakes.
And Kaizer hated making mistakes.
For a few seconds neither of us spoke.
The warehouse became strangely quiet.
Everyone was waiting.
Not for a fight.
For a decision.
Kaizer finally sighed.
"You always do this."
"Do what?"
"Act like you've already won."
I smiled.
"And you always act like you've already lost."
That got a reaction.
Not from him.
From everyone else.
The crowd shifted.
Whispers spread.
Doubt.
The one thing every leader feared.
I could see it happening.
Tiny cracks.
Questions.
If Kaizer was so strong, why did he need sixty people?
If I was so outmatched, why wasn't I afraid?
Those questions were dangerous.
For him.
Not for me.
Kaizer noticed it too.
His eyes narrowed.
"Enough."
The room immediately fell silent.
That was impressive.
I had to admit that.
People listened when he spoke.
The problem was that fear wasn't loyalty.
And fear never lasted forever.
"You're not leaving here victorious," he said.
I crossed my arms.
"Maybe."
The crowd leaned in.
"Maybe not."
Confused looks appeared everywhere.
Even Kaizer frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
I looked around the warehouse.
At the people.
At the exits.
At the shadows.
At every person who had followed him here.
Then I looked back at him.
"You think tonight is about winning."
He didn't answer.
"That's your mistake."
For the first time all evening, he seemed uncertain.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
And that was enough.
Because after years of knowing Kaizer, I had learned something important.
He was strongest when people feared him.
Weakest when people questioned him.
And tonight?
People were questioning him.
The silence stretched.
Long.
Uncomfortable.
The kind of silence leaders hated.
Finally Kaizer laughed.
A cold laugh.
"You haven't changed."
I smiled.
"Neither have you."
The tension in the warehouse became almost unbearable.
Everyone could feel it.
This wasn't really about strength.
It never had been.
It was about pride.
Reputation.
History.
Two rivals who refused to back down.
Kaizer stepped closer.
"So what happens now?"
I met his gaze.
The same gaze that had challenged me for years.
The same gaze that had promised revenge more times than I could count.
And for the first time all night, I answered honestly.
"Now?"
A slow smile appeared on my face.
"Now we find out who people choose to follow."
The warehouse fell completely silent.
And suddenly, for the first time that night—
Kaizer looked worried.
The warehouse was silent.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Sixty people had arrived believing this would be easy.
Now none of them looked confident.
I stood in the center of the room, breathing steadily.
Across from me, Kaizer stared.
For the first time in years, I couldn't see arrogance in his eyes.
Only uncertainty.
The crowd noticed it too.
That was the problem.
The moment people saw doubt in their leader, fear began to spread.
One person took a step backward.
Then another.
Then another.
Nobody wanted to be the first to run.
But everyone wanted someone else to do it.
I looked directly at Kaizer.
"What's wrong?"
He didn't answer.
I took a single step forward.
The sound of my boots echoed through the warehouse.
Several people flinched.
One of them turned and bolted for the exit.
The entire room froze.
The first person had run.
And once the first person runs...
Everyone starts thinking about it.
Kaizer immediately shouted.
"GET BACK HERE!"
The runner didn't stop.
That made things worse.
Much worse.
Another person backed away.
Then two more.
The whispers started.
"We should leave."
"This is crazy."
"I'm not doing this."
Kaizer's face darkened.
"SHUT UP!"
Nobody listened.
Fear had already taken hold.
I didn't need to move.
I didn't need to say anything.
The fear was doing the work for me.
A group near the back suddenly turned and sprinted toward the exit.
The crowd erupted.
People shoved past each other.
Some ran.
Some stumbled.
Some didn't even look behind them.
All they cared about was getting away.
The massive group that had arrived together was now falling apart.
Kaizer tried to stop them.
"COME BACK!"
Nobody listened.
One fighter tripped over a crate and scrambled away on his hands and knees without even bothering to stand.
Another crawled toward a side exit, terrified to be the last person left.
Several others pushed past Kaizer himself.
The self-proclaimed king of the battlefield had completely lost control.
Within minutes, most of the warehouse was empty.
Only a handful remained.
And even they looked ready to run.
I looked at Kaizer.
"Seems your army has other plans."
His fists clenched.
Nobody moved behind him.
Nobody stepped forward.
Nobody offered support.
Then one of his remaining followers slowly shook his head.
"Sorry, boss."
And ran.
The others followed.
One by one.
Until only Kaizer remained.
The warehouse suddenly felt enormous.
Empty.
Quiet.
Just him.
And me.
Kaizer looked toward the exit where his people had disappeared.
Then back at me.
His confidence was gone.
His anger was gone.
All that remained was the realization that he was alone.
I smiled slightly.
"You brought sixty people."
The silence echoed around us.
"And somehow you're the only one left."
For the first time since I'd known him, Kaizer took a step backward.
Then another.
His eyes never left mine.
Neither did his fear.
Without a word, he turned and walked toward the exit.
A few seconds later, his walk became a run.
And just like that—
The warehouse belonged to me.
Then Sec came (my secratery) and I just went to my car it was a bmw m8
But im thinking of buying the new car bmw has launched the new b,w series 7 walkaround.
Then I reached j.j corp and changed my outfit I wore a brown draped top, beige wide-leg trousers, a brown handbag, and a low bun. An elegant and professional business outfit.
Then reached the meeting room in the meeting:The conference room buzzed with conversation long before I arrived.
Someone was complaining about coffee.
Someone else was trying to convince the IT department that printers were secretly evil.
Just another normal morning at J.J Corp.
I pushed open the conference room door.
"Good morning, everyone."
Immediately several voices answered.
"Good morning, Ms. Mariano!"
"Morning, Ms. Mariano!"
"You're five minutes early today."
I pointed at the last speaker.
"Write that down. It's a historical event."
Laughter spread around the room.
The employee pretended to type on an invisible keyboard.
"Recorded for future generations, Ms. Mariano."
"Excellent."
I took my seat at the head of the table.
Not because I demanded it.
Mostly because everyone else refused to sit there.
According to them, it was "my chair."
I thought that was ridiculous.
The Head of Marketing raised her hand.
"Before we begin, we'd like to know if you're finally taking a vacation."
The entire room immediately looked interested.
Traitors.
Every single one of them.
I narrowed my eyes.
"You invited me here just to stage an intervention, didn't you?"
"Possibly."
More laughter.
I shook my head.
"Moving on."
The presentation screen lit up.
Quarterly reports appeared.
For the next twenty minutes, department leaders shared updates.
Everyone participated.
Everyone contributed.
That was one thing I loved about this company.
Nobody was afraid to speak.
If someone had an idea, they shared it.
If someone disagreed, they said so.
Respect didn't mean silence.
It meant honesty.
The Operations Manager finished her report.
"We exceeded our targets this quarter."
Applause filled the room.
I joined in.
"Excellent work."
She smiled proudly.
The woman had practically lived in her office for the past month.
The recognition was deserved.
As the meeting continued, ideas bounced across the table.
Suggestions.
Plans.
Questions.
Arguments.
Healthy arguments.
The kind that made projects better.
At one point, two department heads began debating a marketing strategy.
After several minutes, they both turned toward me.
"Ms. Mariano?"
I sighed dramatically.
"You only ask me to decide when neither of you wants to lose."
The room laughed.
Neither manager denied it.
"Fine."
I reviewed both proposals.
Then pointed at them.
"Combine the best parts of each plan."
They stared at me.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
The IT Director groaned.
"Every time."
I grinned.
"That's why I'm CEO."
The room erupted into laughter
Then I looked around the room.
"Okay."
The conversations stopped.
A few employees immediately sat up straighter.
I folded my hands.
"Let's be serious."
Silence.
Instantly.
The joking disappeared.
The relaxed atmosphere remained, but everyone's focus sharpened.
Not because they were afraid.
Because they respected the work.
I nodded once.
"Thank you."
The screen behind me lit up with charts and reports.
"Our quarterly performance exceeded expectations."
The room listened carefully.
No phones.
No side conversations.
No distractions.
Just attention.
I pointed to the first chart.
"Marketing performed exceptionally well."
The Head of Marketing smiled.
"However," I continued, "our customer response time increased by six percent."
The smile disappeared.
Not offended.
Just focused.
"Let's fix that before next quarter."
"Understood, Ms. Mariano."
I nodded.
"Good."
The meeting continued.
Ideas were exchanged.
Problems were solved.
Plans were improved.
Everyone contributed.
Everyone listened.
Because at J.J Corp, meetings weren't about showing authority.
They were about getting results.
An hour later, the final presentation ended.
I looked around the table.
The same people who had been joking about printers earlier were now discussing projections, strategies, and future goals.
Exactly as it should be.
A small smile returned to my face.
"Excellent work, everyone."
The tension eased.
Several people relaxed.
One employee immediately raised his hand.
"Can we go back to discussing the evil printer now, Ms. Mariano?"
The room burst into laughter.
I pointed at him.
"Meeting adjourned."
"That's not a no."
And just like that, the serious atmosphere disappeared, replaced once again by the familiar warmth that made J.J Corp feel less like a company and more like a home.
Then the meeting ended
I checked the time, shit it's 4:39
I rushed to the car but some employees asked for the signature so I signed them , I swear angelo is gonna kill me
I rode at 130km/h and immediately got home, I tried to open the door but it's locked , good thing I know kapour (parkour) I know how to but idk the name
I jumped to my rooms bathroom pipe outside got to the window and luckily that brat was sleeping, I got changed and went to bed