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The workers‘ arrogance made sense. That factory wasn’t just another branch of the corporation. It was their anchor, the one thing holding their families together.
Dawn hadn’t expected that.
Vincent had actually given every employee shares? That was unusually kind.
It almost sounded generous, but when she remembered the strike from before, it clicked. Vincent must have done everything he could to get their loyalty when he took over the ce.
She tilted her head slightly. “So now Marshall’s targeting you?”
“Yes.”
The director bent forward, his voice trembling. “Ms. Dawn, please, you have to help us. You’re the only one who can.”
<i>Really</i>? <i>I’m </i><i>the </i><i>only </i><i>one</i><i>? </i>
Dawn gave a small, cool smile and asked quietly, “Do your workers know you signed that contract without permission?”
His expression froze for a moment before settling into forced calm. “Of course they do. But back then, they were just like me. None of us understood how risky it was. We didn’t think that far ahead.”
They only saw the short–term gains. The future didn’t matter until it arrived.
They’de up with something if problems showed up.
Dawn twirled a pen between her fingers, her tone calm but cutting. “I respect what you’ve done for this factory. But if I’m only here to pay for your mistake, then maybe this factory doesn’t deserve to stick around.”
She had already done enough to cover the hole Marshall had left behind.
The loans from the bank. The wages for all those employees.
It wasn’t pocket change.
She’d med it all on Marshall at first, but now she wasn’t so sure.
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If it had just been him, he could have only manipted Stonewarden Group’s ounts. The factory operated on its own. Every employee was a shareholder. How could Marshall have gotten control?
If he was really that powerful, he wouldn’t have needed to lure them in with stock in the first ce.
The director froze, his confidence cracking. He had thought Dawn was softhearted, young, easy to convince. Surely, she’d agree without hesitation.
All she had to do was say something.
But instead, she was turning the knife back toward him.
“No, you’ve got it wrong.”
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He shook his head quickly, panic creeping into his tone. “Ms. Dawn, it’s not just my fault. If it is, then everyone here shares the me.”
“You’re the one who signed the contract,” she said evenly. “Not them. So tell me, how are they guilty?”
“I … I…”
The words died in his throat.
Dawn’s gaze stayed steady, calm as ss. “You’ve done pretty well for yourself these past few years; haven’t you?”
Her smile curved, subtle and dangerous. “Marshall might be a bastard, but he rewards loyalty. You handled plenty for him. I’m sure he made sure you got your cut.”
The director’s face went from pale to burning red, fury twisting every line on it. “That’s nonsense! Drivel!”
“Nonsense?”
Dawn raised her brows, her tone light but cutting.
“Then maybe I should have someone look into your bank records. Oh wait-” Her voice drew out, smooth and taunting. “He probably sent the money to your family instead. Should we check theirs too?”
A flicker of fear shed through his eyes. His jaw tightened as he red at her, speechless.
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He hade to beg for help, yet somehow she had turned the whole thing against him.
“Ha! You’re just like Marshall! The two of you are both crooks!”
His voice cracked from anger. He spun toward the door, shouting, “I’m done! I shouldn’t havee here. From now on, this factory will separate from your corporation. You’ve got enough clients already, you don’t need us!”
Dawn didn’t stop him. She only watched him with that cool, half–smiling expression that said far more than words ever could.
The silence made him falter. His pride stung, and with a sharp turn, he stormed out.
Outside, he ran into Mason.
Mason’s expression stayed unreadable, his tone t. “Leaving already?”
The man snorted and brushed past without a word.
Mason frowned and stepped into the office.
“Ms. Dawn, what was that about? What happened to him?”
“He came here looking for someone to take the fall.”
Dawn set down her pen, reached for the factory’spiled folder, and passed it to him. “Go through the factory’s records again. Especially the transactions connected to the director.”
Mason blinked, caught off guard. “You think he’s dirty?”
He hadn’t considered it before, but now that she mentioned it, it didn’t sound impossible.
The man’s clean image had always been too spotless. Behind that, he’d been taking bribes from Marshall for years, feeding him inside information and drainingpany money bit by bit.
When Mason finally saw the documents, he sucked in a sharp breath.
“He’s just a director. How did he get his hands on projects worth this much?”
“You’re forgetting what Marshall was paying him,” Dawn said softly.
Money worked the same way everywhere.
Offer enough of it, and even the careful ones would take the risk.
Sara Lili
<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.