Living With My Lady Boss

Soon enough, tens of thousands of workers stormed into the control room. They immediately displaced the guards and the supervisor was beaten to a pulp and almost thrown off the top floor. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

This happened at every single factory and company owned by Viewspring Corp, to the point they were almost in complete disarray.

That evening.

An Audi A6 was parked by a lake on the outskirts of town.

A Bentley S500 drove over to it, and out emerged Joel William. He walked up to the Audi, bowing to the back window.

The window of the Audi lowered by half.

Joel immediately spoke up, "Mister Borghetti, I'm sure you know about everything that's been happening to the company lately." "I'm not too clear on the details." "It's that bastard, Maniac. He hired speople to screw us over. My company's in shambles right now." "Screw you over? How?" "He's been digging up certain matters. They're asking for the units they've paid for, my workers are on a strike, insisting they get a pay raise and complaining about how much overtthey've been doing... They should be grateful that they even have a job in the first place! How dare they." "Are you sure you're completely innocent? Did you give them their units on time? Did you pay your employees a fair wage and compensate them for their overtwork?" "I mean... Mister Borghetti, you know my hands are tied. | have to do things this way. That's how everyone else is doing things too.

It's the norm." "Leave other people out of this. This is your own problem. You better fix it as soon as possible or no one's gonna be able to help you." "Mister Borghetti, all you need to do is put a word or two out and I'm sure Maniac will stop what he's doing. Otherwise, those idiot workers would have never had the nerve to protest!" "You should settle your own grievances. | haven't got the time. Also, I've got one of my men to return the gift you sentback to you. Please leaveout of anything like this in the future." The window rose back up as the Audi drove off. Joel was left standing there.

Along while later, Joel exploded with outrage. "You turd! You took all my money and now, you're just leavingin the dust? Go jump off a f*cking bridge, why don't you?" He cursed and shouted at the top of his lungs before returning to his car and taking out a cigarette. He smoked cigarette after cigarette, his chauffeur and secretary not daring to say a word as they sat in the front.

At last, Joel realized that he was dealing with a powerful opponent here, someone unlike anyone he had ever met before. There was no way Maniac would be capable of pulling something like this on his own.

Joel then calmed down before saying in a low voice, "Call Maniac up. | want to see him tonight." "Yes, Mister Williams." The car set into motion as Joel's secretary hurried to do as told.

That night at ten o'clock, over at Haley's office in Highland Nightclub.

Maniac sat behind his desk sipping a glass of whiskey while Haley stood beside him, waiting on him.

Not long after, Joel entered the room with an ashen expression.

"Ah, Mister William. Have a seat," Maniac said, forcing out a smile.

Joel sat right down across Maniac, his tone cold. "Let's get straight to the point, Maniac. Who are you doing this for and what do they want?" "You're no fool, Joel. It's true that someone's makingdo this, but why should | tell you who they are?" Maniac smirked.

Joel's brows furrowed tightly. "I know we have our differences, but we were civil before this. You broke the peace and balance.

You're going to pay for it." "I'm not so sure about that," said Maniac as he laughed.

"Are you saying you're going through with this then?" "Oh, I'm not doing anything like that. Like you said, someone's out to get you. I'm just acting on orders," said Maniac as he stared at Joel coldly.

Joel's expression was positively thunderous then.

"Tellwho that is, Maniac. I'll pay you double what he's paying you."