NovelStartChapter 530 The blow hit her so hard, it was as if her mind had shut down completely.
A cold, suffocating dread pressed in from all sides, leaving her feeling like she was drowning.
Everything that had happened lately felt like a disaster of biblical proportions for her and her family.
She couldn't even understand how things had gone so wrong-just when it seemed like life was finally turning around, one crisis after another had ccrashing down, each unraveling the fragile progress she'd made.
Now, she had no choice but to look for sother way out.
No one on the outside knew about the upheaval at Nexus Analytics yet.
The news about the misappropriated bonuses hadn't leaked.
But inside the company, the "regchange" had sent shockwaves through every department.
Many people were well aware of the connection between Sylvie and Elodie. Now, with the tables turned, the pecking order was brutally clear-everyone knew exactly where they stood.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSylvie hadn't slept a wink all night.
This blow was worse than any she'd ever faced.
When Nexus Analytics called and told her to pack her things, she still hadn't managed to get Jarrod on the phone.
She had no choice but to go in first.
To keep up appearances and hide how shaken she was, Sylvie applied an extra layer of makeup before leaving the house.
She walked into the lobby of Nexus Analytics.
She'd barely taken a few steps when footsteps echoed from the entrance. Sylvie turned.
There was Elodie, leading a group of managers who crowded around her, reporting in respectful tones. She moved through them like a queen surrounded by loyal courtiers-everyone who looked her way showed open admiration.
By contrast, Sylvie stood alone, looking out of place and exposed.
Her expression shifted; her hand curled tightly inside her sleeve.
Elodie was heading upstairs-of course, she'd take the elevator.
Their eyes met.
Everyone nearby felt the tension.
Just yesterday, Sylvie Fielding had been on top of the world as company president; now, she'd been unceremoniously kicked out.
Anyone would lose their mind in her place.
Sylvie could feel all those furtive glances digging into her-sharp as needles, pricking at her pride. She clenched her jaw.
As Elodie and her entourage stepped into the elevator, Sylvie spoke, her voice cold and even: "Elodie, if it's not yours to have, I hope you can hold onto it." Elodie finally looked at her, lips curving faintly. "Jarrod didn't drive you in today?" She hadn't answered Sylvie's challenge, just tossed out that airy remark.
It sliced clean through the last of Sylvie's composure.
The moment the elevator doors slid shut, Sylvie's emotions crashed through her, and she glared at Elodie's retreating back. "I'll make sure you pay for this humil Inside the elevator, Elodie turned slowly and replied, "I'll be waiting." The doors closed.
Only then did Sylvie let out a ragged breath.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe refused to let anyone see her break down in public, no matter how cornered she felt.
Nexus Analytics had already issued her an ultimatum.
If she didn't cooperate with the transfer of shares, and things escalated to the courts, there'd be no coming back.
Every path, forward and back, was blocked.
Sylvie forced herself to stand tall as she went upstairs to collect her most important belongings, ignoring the stares that followed her. On her way down, she hesitated, then sent Octavia a quick message.
[Octavia, did your brother make it hlast night?] No reply.
Probably busy studying.
Sylvie drew a deep breath.
She decided to call Maurice instead.
He answered, sounding tired and
nasal from a sleepless night.
"Maurice, are you free today? Maybe you and Jarrod could joinfor lunch?"
There was a pause. "I doubt Jarrod's free. He's busy trying to contain the fallout. Even the bonus issue alone Copardize your spot in the competition. He's got his hands full." Hearing that, the panic that had been gnawing at Sylvie finally eased-just a little.
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