Babel Novel
Chapter 17
Chapter 17
The next morning, after making sure Mailie was settled, Clara hit Errus Investment Corporation.
Based on her contract, she figured the only had to stick it out for three months before balling. She planned to chat with Richard, score half her commission for the sealed deal, and bounce the next day. Tair deal, right? Richard should be cool with it, Clara thought.
As soon as she stepped into the company, a cacophony resembling a mix of screams and howls assaulted her ears,
“Damn, that hurts like hell” came a voice eerily like Richard’s.
Clara sped up, finding a crowd huddled around Richard’s office door. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
Inside, Richard was a mess. His head was wrapped up, eyes a bruised mess, bleeding at the corners, and face swollen beyond recognition. His arm looked jacked, just dangling there, and he was hobbling. It was a sorry sight.
Clara paused, thinking, “What happened to Mr. Hunt? Looks like someone gave him a real beating.
Seeing Clara, Richard bellowed, “What the hell are you still doing here?”
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Clara, puzzled,
back. “Mr. Hunt, I need to talk. I’m thinking of quitting early. I’ll take half the commission from last night’s deal and call it quits.”
Richard, livid, shouted, “What the fuck are you? You’ve got me into this mess!”
Clara, taken aback, fumed internally, I’ve barely been here. How is this shitstorm my fault? He has got the nerve to blame me after throwing me to some big–shot client like I’m disposable? I was kept in the dark. Who’s screwing over who?
“I’m out today,” Clara said, icily. She couldn’t care less about Richard’s drama; she just wanted her cash and out.
“Save it. Talk to the new boss. He’s the one handling your commission now!” Richard spat out, seething
“New boss?” Clara was floored. She had done her homework on Errus Investment Corporation before coming aboard. Richard’s baby is not huge, but solid with legit projects. She was here to snag a few fund projects and dip. Who managed to push him into giving up his baby? Unbelievable, she thought, stunned.
Richard’s frustration hit a peak, and he began wrecking his office in a rage.
Clara walked in, trying to calm him down. “Look, Mr. Hunt. We’ve got a deal. Before you bolt, let’s sort out the handover, okay?”
“Why the hell should I? You’re the reason I’m screwed!” Richard shot Clara a venomous look. “You’re quite something, Clara Pissing off Mr. Colon right. off the bat last night. Then he sends goons to beat me, forces me to sell off the company, and now I’m banished from Zwingenrath. Mr. Colon’s word is law here. I’m done in this town.”
Clara, still reeling, managed to ask, “Walter took over Errus Investment Corporation?”
“Yeah.” Richard, fueled by rage, showed Clara aside with his one functioning arm, heaved his suitcase, and hobbled out, grumbling internally, “More like a blatant heist than a buyout. Screw the stuff; I need to save my skin!
After all, given just one hour by Walter to disappear, Richard knew staying meant not seeing another day.
With Richard’s dismal exit, the office buzzed with whispers and speculation among the employees.
“Who’s the new boss? Did Richard say Mr. Colon!” One employee asked
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Another chimed in. “Could it be the Mr. Colon from the Colon Group?”
A third replied, “It’s gotta be. Who else has the clout to chase Richard out of Zwingenrath like he’s nothing?
“Damn, we were a small fish. Now, merging with the Colon Group? We’re part of a big league corporation,” an optimistic voice added.
Someone else exclaimed, “This is freaking awesome!”
“Hold your horses. Changing bosses might mean layoffs,” a cautious voice warned.
Trying to be positive, another employee said, “Come on, we ha