Chapter 6 Crossed a Bigshot

• "What? Mr. West, why? Hello?"
• The only response Neil got was the beeping of the phone. Mr. West hung up so fast that it felt like he was avoiding the plague. He was one of Neil's biggest clients—with forty percent of the company's profits coming from this guy—yet he had ended the contract.
• Neil looked at Corey, a drop of sweat trickling down his forehead. Before he could do anything, his phone rang again. It was from another of his major clients, Mr. Sheffield.
• "Mr. Sheffield, don't tell me you're ending our partnership too."
• "F*ck you, Neil!" Mr. Sheffield cursed. "I refused that guy's demand to cover for you, and now, the government's down on my *ss! They found evidence of my tax evasion. And that I have a mistress, too. My wife demands a divorce. Who the hell did you cross this time, you dumb*ss? If anything happens to my company, I'll kill you!"
• Aside from his two biggest clients, a part of his smaller clients called and told him they wanted to end their partnerships as well. Some prospective clients also called and told them they refused to work with him.
• In minutes, Neil lost everything.
• A waiter outside the room said, "Hey, who's the owner of the Benz outside? The one with the license plate CMH995TS! A truck just rammed it over and crushed it into smithereens. And they got away."
• Neil knew that was his car, but he did not go out to have a look. He plopped down onto the bench, his face pale. Finally, he panicked.
• His friends saw him taking the calls, all of which announced the end of partnerships with his company. That was a big deal. Upon realizing what was going on, they looked at Corey.
• When Corey implied that he could bankrupt Neil's company, they thought it was just a joke, but with one call, Neil's company lost all its clients. Without any clients, Neil's company would fall sooner or later.
• His company was not big, but his clients' were, and their partnerships were cordial. Yet, with one call from Corey, those partnerships were destroyed. This man is terrifying.
• "No, please, mate, don't do this. I'll pay. I'll pay." Neil was finally scared. He whipped out his wallet and handed 3 thousand to Corey. "This is Emily's pay. 3 grand."
• "Hand it to her tomorrow yourself." Corey left the room and went out of everyone's sight for a moment.
• Neil plopped back onto the bench, his face white as paper. It seemed like he just healed from a debilitating illness. He then looked at his bewildered friends. "I crossed someone I never should. This guy's the one helping Emily. We should stop going down on her from now on."
• It was a silent night. When Corey returned to the clinic, he saw Fabian staring out into the distance, a contract in his hands.
• "Oh, you're back, boss." Fabian approached Corey, holding the contract. "Found a new job for Emily in Northcity Group, a company dealing with the cosmetic industry. Famous in this city, but her position is yet uncertain. Won't be a bad one, but…"
• "But what?" Corey took a seat on the settee and lit a cigarette.
• "But they want you to be the deputy chairperson, and they want you to have forty percent of the shares. You'll be one of the linchpins of the company. They really want you to join." Fabian handed the contract to Corey and continued, "I know they're just offering this position in exchange for your protection, but I still recommend you take it, boss. You can stay in touch with Emily that way, and it'll help with your relationship."
• He has a point. Emily's life went through a drastic change over the years, and she'd lived through dark times. The pain and suffering have all turned into fury, one she can't ever let go. If money alone is enough to erase that hatred, it'd be almost comical.
• If Corey could work in the same place as Emily and compensate for what he did to her, he could slowly wipe off her hate. It was not a bad choice.
• He mused over it briefly and handed the contract back to Fabian. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. I'll need you to rent Phoenixville Villa to someone. And make it cheap."
• "What?" Fabian paused for a moment. "But you bought this for Emily and Freya."
• "I made a wrong move." Corey was deadpan, but his eyes were filled with regret. "I thought she would forgive me if I just gave her a good life, but don't you see? Her hatred runs deeper than anything material. This villa is an insult to her injury. Just rent it out."
• "I understand." Fabian nodded. He got what Corey was trying to say.
• If a woman could not be satisfied through anything material, then they would have to go with a more spiritual way. They would have to wipe off the hatred bit by bit through the little things they did every day.
• Simple companionship would not be as dramatic as expensive gifts or parties, but simplicity was valuable. Sometimes, people simply needed company.
• Fabian quickly posted pictures of the villa onto the web. He thought it would take some time before any tenant would come by, but less than five minutes later, a lady called. With excitement in her voice, she inquired about the villa, "Hi, I saw your post. You want to rent that place out?"
• "Yes," said Fabian.
• "A whole villa for 3 thousand a month? This isn't a scam, is it?"
• "We can meet up if you have time."
• About twenty minutes later, a lady in her twenties came to the clinic. She was about five-foot-seven and was in an office lady attire. There was not much makeup on her face, and the tag on her chest read Cindy Carr. She was an employee at the Imperial Hotel stationed in the finance department.
• "This is where the post said the guy would be." Cindy looked around, but she did not see her landlord. "Maybe it's a scam."
• Just when she was about to call Fabian, a Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped beside her. Someone opened the door, and out came Corey, dressed in a jacket with a smile. "Might you be Ms. Cindy Carr?"
• The moment she saw Corey, Cindy was infatuated, and she clasped her legs tighter without even thinking. She was not getting any younger, yet she was still single. How could she resist a man like him, especially when she dreamed about marrying a rich man?
• "Yes, that's me." She nodded quickly.
• "If you'd like to rent the place, I can take you around the house myself."
• "Of course. We can do it right away." She tossed all rational thought out the window and followed him for a tour. He has a Rolls-Royce, feels powerful, and acts like a gentleman, yet there's history behind those eyes. Must've led an eventful life.
• If this guy were a scammer, she would allow him to deceive her willingly.
• Cindy got into the car, buzzing with excitement. The girl came from the countryside and was only an accountant in a hotel. She had never been in a car this nice before, so all of this felt like a dream to her!
• When she came and saw the resplendent villa, she grinned. "This is a big house. You sure this only costs 3 thousand a month, Mr. Reid?"
• "Yes. I'm not staying here, so I'm renting it out. If it's fine with you, we can sign the lease now."
• "Of course, of course," Cindy said, signing a one-year lease. If she was slow, she might miss out on this opportunity. There was no way she would let anyone else take this chance from her!
• She took the contract and left the villa. On her way back, she happily called her best friend. "Hey, Emily. You want to move out of your parent's place, right? I just found the perfect spot."