Chapter 257: Walk Away
Margaret stormed into the living room, her face a mask of fury. She had heard enough whispers and seen enough signs to know that something was terribly wrong. Her husband, James, was seated at his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly at the stack of reports and documents that littered the surface.
"James!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence. "What the hell is going on?"
James looked up, his expression weary and defeated. "Margaret, please, not now."
"Not now?" Margaret echoed, her voice rising. "You’ve been saying ’not now’ for days. Our company is collapsing around us, and you’re sitting here, drinking yourself into a stupor. I deserve to know what’s happening!"
James rubbed his temples, the weight of his troubles evident in his slumped shoulders. "It’s complicated. There are forces working against us, Margaret. I’m doing everything I can to fix it."
Margaret’s eyes flashed with anger. "Forces working against us? What does that even mean? You promised me, James. You promised that all our hard work would pay off, that we would reap the benefits of everything we’ve sacrificed. Now, it’s all falling apart, and you’re telling me it’s complicated?"
James stood up, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. "I’m telling you that I’m handling it. Do you think I want this to happen? I’m fighting to keep everything together."
"Fighting?" Margaret scoffed, crossing her arms. "From where I’m standing, it looks like you’re losing. Our stocks are plummeting, suppliers are pulling out, and clients are leaving us. How did we get here, James? How did you let this happen?"
James slammed his glass down on the desk, the liquid sloshing over the sides. "I didn’t let this happen! There’s sabotage, Margaret. Someone is orchestrating this to bring us down."