Goodbye, My Love

Bryant Group was living on borrowed time, given his planned provocation.

Holding no affection for the Bryant family or the Bryant Group, she found her heart filled with anticipation.

“Indeed, it’s quite the surprise. I’m eager to see their reactions upon receiving this unexpected gift.”

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Ownership Of The…

In the high-rise suite that housed the Bryant Group’s leadership,

Marina was basking in the thrill of landing her position as CEO, oblivious to the underlying turmoil that bubbled beneath the surface.

She was high on success, relishing her victory over Marco.

She perched comfortably in the grand leather chair reserved for the

CEO, her phone in hand. She resumed her interrupted selfie session, a wide smile gracing her face.

Marina adjusted her angle, making sure the prominent Bryant Group emblem featured in the frame. With a triumphant pose and a press of a button, she had her trophy photo. A few swipes and edits later, she was itching to plaster it on her social media, a blatant display of her achievement.

“I am now the CEO of the Bryant Group!”

Laura radiated an even brighter glow of pride, relishing the taste of victory. She proclaimed Marina’s success to anyone who would listen, that her flesh and blood now controlled the Bryant Group.

High society Ladies who had once given Laura the cold shoulder now rushed to get in her good books.

Laura reveled in the shift of power, ignoring those who had once ignored her, basking in the sweet taste of revenge.

For days on end, the mother-daughter duo reveled in their newfound status, neglecting the actual responsibility that came with it. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

However, this honeymoon period was short-lived.

One day, as Marina was primping herself in the CEO’s office, the door burst open. In stomped Jefferson, his face contorted in rage.

Startled, Marina’s hand jerked, almost ruining her meticulously drawn eyeliner. She shot a venomous look at Jefferson.

“Respect, please.

You’re in the CEO’s office. Ever heard of knocking?”

Jefferson’s scowl deepened, his temper flaring.

“Enough with the CEO act, Marina. Don’t forget, you’re in this seat because I backed you!