?Chapter 214:
They settled into a café located just below thepany building. As Rachel recounted the events, her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on, detailing the incident with precision. Before Eric could respond, Natalia interjected, her voice sharp with indignation.
“This is absolutely uneptable! I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” She mmed her cup down on the table, the impact sending a spray of coffee across the surface, some of it sshing onto the youngdy seated beside her. Natalia’s eyes flicked toward her, curiosity recing her anger. “And who’s this?”
Rachel calmly exined the situation again, introducing the woman as an important witness to the events.
“Well, that’s a stroke of luck,” Eric remarked, his voice measured and calm. “Having a witness certainly strengthens our position.”
Eric turned back to Rachel, his demeanor turning more serious. “Ms. Marsh, from what you’ve described, that man’s actions aren’t just an insult; they cross into employment discrimination, which is both illegal and hical. This type of case is straightforward. I can initiate the process immediately if you’re ready to move forward.”
Rachel let out a quiet breath, the knot in her chest loosening. “Thank you, Eric. But what I need most right now is an apology.”
Eric’s expression hardened with resolve. “Consider it taken care of. Let’s go.” Together, they stepped into the elevator. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, but Rachel found a sense of calm in Eric’s steady presence. When the doors slid open to thepany lobby, the security guards who had escorted them out immediately noticed them. Without missing a beat, they began to approach, poised to escort them out. But Eric was unfazed. His voice, calm yet authoritative, rang out. “I’m awyer. Do you truly want to make this more difficult?”
The guards faltered, exchanging ncesced with hesitation. Their once-confident postures now seemed uncertain, as if unsure of how to proceed in the face of someone prepared to fight back.
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When that arrogant interviewer, Nigel Welch, learned of their return, his anger red, and he stormed out to confront them. His voice was dripping with venom as he spat, “You’ve got some nerveing back here. Wasn’t being thrown out once enough for you?”
But halfway through his tirade, his gaze fell on Eric. The disdain on his face deepened as he sneered. “So now you’ve brought a man to back you up? Think you can intimidate me? I don’t care how many of you there are. Bring ten or twenty, and I’ll still take you down. But if you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn around and leave.”
Convinced that his dominance was unquestionable, he pivoted to leave, assuming they’d scurry away in fear. But before he could take another step, a blur of movement shed past him, so swift it was almost imperceptible. In an instant, Eric had seized the back of Nigel’s shirt, his grip firm and unyielding. Eric’s towering and unshakable presence left no room for defiance.
His piercing gaze locked onto Nigel’s, cutting through his bravado like a knife.
“Let go of me!” Nigel snapped, his voice now betraying a hint of fear.
Eric’s expression remained a mask of quiet intensity, unperturbed by the outburst. As Nigel continued to shout threats, Eric’s lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, his hand loosening just enough to release the grip on his shirt. With deliberate calm, he straightened his jacket, his demeanor one of controlled power.
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