Resignation of Bien

The Wife

Christian stepped on the gas, speeding up the drive.

"We will help them," said Bien, giving Christian a nod.

"You will?" Axel said on the other line. "But Mr. George warned us not to lend a hand."

"All due respect, to that old relic, he hasn't removed me from the picture yet," said Christian, being careful as he drove faster. "The missus wanna help, the husband obliged."

"It's weird when you say it," said Axel, Bien agreeing in the background.

Christian clicked his tongue. "Don't gang up on me."

Fortunately, it was the middle of the night. The road was clear, and Christian's sports car never shied away from speed.

"Mr. George will probably call for a meeting after this," said Christian, sounding as though he was too tired of it. "Have everyone ready."

"Wait, are we...?"

"Yes. We're doing it. We'll show him who's really in charge."

"Alright. I'll keep you posted. Drive safely, my friend."

They dropped the call.

Bien reached for Christian's phone. "My phone is dead, can I?"

"Go ahead. What's mine is yours."

Bien dialed. "Is that a proposal?" he asked as he continued to dial, thinking of the right number.

"If the shoe fits," Christian whispered.

Bien's heart was pounding as he waited for her to pick up. After a few rings, Joanna answered, her voice laced with gladness.

"Is this Bad Egg Productions? I really need your help. The files are—"

"It's Bien," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I need details on what's going on, and where are you right now?"

Joanna paused, clearly taken aback. "Bien? What are you—I'm still at Sing FM."

"Hang tight," Bien said, his tone reassuring. "We're coming to help. Just give us all the information you have."

Joanna sighed, a mix of relief and worry in her voice. "Alright. I'll tell you everything when you get here."

Christian's car almost drifted in every corner as they sped up even more. As they arrived at Sing FM, the building loomed in the night, its usually bustling atmosphere eerily quiet. They parked and quickly made their way inside, finding Joanna waiting for them in the lobby.

"Bien," she greeted them, her face a mix of relief and stress. "I'm so glad you're here." Joanna paused, looking at Christian, and practically melting. "You're Christian Royce," she said.

Christian smiled and that was enough to turn Joanna's leg jelly. "We're here to help," Christian said firmly. "Tell us everything."

Joanna led them to the main office, where she explained the situation in detail. "All the files for the launch were on a secure server. Somehow, someone gained access and wiped everything clean: audio, video, everything. We have no backups of the materials."

"Who do you think did it?" Bien asked.

"The only ones with the access are the heads, me, Mr. Noel, and Sir Vil."

Bien shook his head. "I told you, you should always have backup," Bien mildly scolded.

"I know. I was wrong,' said Joanna.

They looked at each other. Somehow it felt like there was another meaning to it.

Bien shook his head. "We'll it's here already. No use thinking about it." Bien started pacing. "We can recreate everything and be done before morning."