Third Person’s POV
Adide first checked in with Beta Ralph to get they of thend, particrly regarding the Golden Jewelry Store.
Ralph assured her that Johnson was under control and the store was under surveince–no one would leak information.
Relieved, Adide headed to the pack’s finance room.
Prisci was still reviewing the books, but the room was filled with anxious werewolves who stood <b>up </b><b>as </b>she entered.
The air was thick with Prisci’s bitter almond–scented pheromones,ced with grievance, creating <b>an </b>oppressive atmosphere that forced everyone to bow their heads.
The office was in disarray. Everything on the desk except the ledgers had been thrown about, and several cupsy smashed.
Prisci’s hair was disheveled, her face ashen. Upon seeing Adide, her emotions erupted, and she burst
into tears<b>. </b>
“They deceived me!” Her pupils contracted with emotion, and an unnatural redness crept into the corners of her eyes.
Adide’s Alpha presence, marked by a cedar scent, instantly calmed the chaotic pheromones.
She addressed the room, “Leave. Everyone except the finance staff–Susan too.”
Hermanding tone left no room for argument.
The ckthorn Pack had several financial officers and a chief ountant, all of whom now stood up in trepidation. They had never seen Prisci in such a fury.
The omega servants who hade in to attend to them let out a collective sigh of relief. They stood up, curtseyed, and exited the room.
Even Johnson, still on his knees, was ushered out.
Adide approached Prisci with a handkerchief to wipe her tears. “Done reviewing the ledgers?” she asked, her soothing pheromones aiming to steady Prisci.
“Only through this year’s,” Prisci replied, blotting her tears and snot with the ha
rchief.
Adide returned. Though Prisci’s heart was steadier, the sense of humiliation still clung to her. “Even without this year’s ounts, the store made thirteen million dors. Yet shees to the pce every <b>few </b>days to ask me for money, iming it’s always in the red and needs subsidies for rent and wages<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Her voice carried the distinctive catch of a she–wolf, and her pheromones still lingered with a hint <b>of </b>bitterness<b>. </b>
10.31 Sal<b>, </b>12 <b>JUI </b>
<b>91</b>%0
<b>+5 </b>Free Coins
Adide helped her up. “Let’s get some coffee and food. Leave the rest to the finance team. I’ll check their work and then review your contract. We’ll confront Wanda at Madison’s ce.”
A cold gleam flickered in Adide’s eyes at the mention of Wanda, her Alpha aura briefly surfacing.
Wanda had been residing at Madison’s estatetely and hadn’t shown her face yesterday during the diamond incident.
But as the Golden Jewelry Store’s manager, she had no choice but to face the music.
“Isn’t this walking into the lion’s den? Can we really get anything back?”
Prisci asked bitterly, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
“Ours is ours–I’ll bring it back,” Adide asserted firmly, her cedar scent intensifying like a protective shield.
Prisci wiped her nose. “If you can get it back, I’ll split it with you,” she said, her pheromonesced with skepticism.
Adide replied, “I don’t want your share. What’s yours is yours. The Golden Jewelry Store is more profitable than a cosmetics shop. You hold the majority stake, and from now on, you’ll send your people to manage it. Those two won’t squeeze another cent out of you.”
Her pupils contracted slightly in the light.
In the lounge, after a slice of Basque cake, Prisci was still fuming. “How dare they deceive and bully me like this? They’ve gone too far. All these years, I trusted and respected them, thinking if we made a profit, they could take arger share. But they have such ck hearts–don’t they fear exposure?”
Her pheromones turned sour again, her fingers trembling with rage.
“They never expected you to live outside the pce. Otherwise, with such a lucrative business, why <i>let </i>you hold seventy percent? Because you invested seventy percent, and when losses ur, you’re to cover seventy percent of the deficit,” Adide said calmly, her eyes glinting with calction.
“This is outrageous!” Prisci eximed.
Despite her fury, Prisci was at a loss. She turned to Adide, “What should I do? Besides the initial two -million, I’ve added several more. I don’t even expect dividends. Just getting my money back would satisfy <ol><li>me. I’ll just sever ties with them from now on,” she said, her voice tinged with tears. </li></ol>
Adide frowned. She had mentioned retrieving everything earlier. Why was Prisci now willing to forgo dividends?
This Prisci, all bark and no bite, was truly contemptible…
Yet her tearful look tugged at the heartstrings.
Adide now understood why the old Lycan King and Lycan rissa doted on her.
When she cried, she looked pitiful, her soft features and wide eyes exuding innocence, making one’s heart ache.