Chapter 233
Chapter 233:
Helena refrained from arguing. She maintained a dignified smile, nodded respectfully, and departed with her head held high.
Exiting the manager’s office, she noticed the massive screen in the lobby broadcasting the Nine O’clock News.
Betsey, now installed as anchor, appeared polished with elegant makeup, delivering news with practiced cadence.
“Recently, the prominent investment firm Star Wish Investments has reportedly lost several major contracts, with multiple partners defecting to competitors. This has fueled speculation regarding potential mismanagement. Considering they had only recently entered the Cheson market, only time will reveal whether they can secure long-term viability p>
Helena barely registered Betsey’s presence as she ruminated over the news, turning each detail over in her mind like worn river stones.
She froze mid-stride and yanked out her phone, fingers flying across the screen in search of confirmation.
Star Wish Investments, being publicly traded, had laid its financial vulnerability bare for anyone willing to look.
The latest report confirmed her fears—major contracts had been lost in quick succession, leaving a gaping loss in the company’s portfolio.
Across business forums, investors circled like vultures, their dire predictions casting long shadows over the company’s future.
Helena’s thoughts drifted to that half-finished message glimpsed on Alden’s phone, the pieces now clicking into place with sickening clarity.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as the true gravity of the situation unfolded before her.
“I’ve been carrying this cloud all day, and now I see why—you have graced us with your presence.” Betsey’s voice sliced through Helena’s thoughts, dripping with barely concealed venom.
The barb hung in the air, the implication of Helena as a harbinger of misfortune impossible to miss.
Helena couldn’t muster the energy to engage. She pivoted to leave but found Betsey blocking her path, a predatory smile playing on her lips.
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“Going somewhere? Not exactly drowning in responsibilities these days, are you?” Betsey leaned in slightly, her voice honeyed with false concern.
“Here’s a thought—why not write my news scripts from now on? We don’t keep people on payroll for decorative purposes. Consider it my personal contribution to your continued employment p>
Betsey savored her perceived victory, confident Helena remained tethered to Nexus TV by financial necessity.
Helena’s response, however, shattered Betsey’s smug certainty.
“Ms. Avila,” Helena replied, her voice cool as mountain water, “your assessment is flawed. I’ve already decided this chapter is closing, so please, reserve your ‘kindness’ for someone who might actually need it p>
With quiet dignity, Helena brushed past and headed directly for the manager’s office.
The Nine O’clock News had just concluded, and staff members streamed through the lobby like tributaries into a river, inadvertently becoming witnesses to this unexpected confrontation.