"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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"The color for the living room could be a soft—"
"Queen, there's a problem at the hotel in Auckland," Jenny interrupted, bursting into the meeting room with urgency in her voice. The meeting was meant to finalize plans for the upcoming project, but Jenny, who had left just a few minutes earlier, now looked visibly shaken, as though she had sprinted back. Hermione scanned her face, noting the shock and fear.
What the hell happened now?
Hermione kept her thoughts to herself, but the situation was clearly serious. She rose from her chair, signaling Jenny to follow her to the privacy of her office. The employees in the room quietly resumed their work, knowing that the meeting would be rescheduled once Hermione was available.
As they entered Hermione's office, Hermione leaned against her desk while Jenny closed the door and stepped forward.
"Queen, we received a report from Allen’s Residence in Auckland. The staff is misbehaving and not treating clients professionally," Jenny began, her voice laced with tension. Hermione gestured for her to continue.
"The managers noticed the issue and took action, but even after hiring new workers, the same behavior persists. The manager has had to threaten them just to get them to work. This issue could likely be resolved with your presence there." Jenny handed over a file, opening it to show Hermione customer complaints and bad reviews posted online.
Hermione flipped through the pages, her frown deepening. When she reached the accounts section of the file, she froze. Her gaze shot back to Jenny.
"Thirty percent of our monthly donations to orphanages haven’t been delivered for the past five months," Jenny revealed grimly. "Someone's stealing from us."
Hermione’s expression hardened, frustration mounting. "Why wasn’t I informed sooner?" she demanded, her voice cold and clipped.
Jenny gave a slight shrug. "I don’t know, Queen."
"Prepare my jet. I’m leaving in two hours," Hermione ordered before swiftly heading toward the elevator. She sent a message to Thomas, her driver, asking him to pick her up. As she stepped into the elevator, Sam joined her.
"Sam, we need to leave for Auckland. There’s a situation there," she said curtly, not pausing for an explanation as her anger bubbled over during a phone call. Sam glanced at her, noting her tense expression but stayed silent.
Once they reached the ground floor, Hermione stormed out of the building, radiating fury. She got into the car, still barking orders in rapid-fire Italian over the phone. Sam and Thomas exchanged glances, both inwardly cringing for whoever was on the other end of the call.
