IS IT TIME FOR ME TO GIVE UP?

16

Lisa's Pov:

As I was driving to the company, my phone suddenly rang, flashing "Bambam" on the screen. Without hesitation, I pulled over my car to answer the call.

"Lisa! We have a problem here in the coffee shop, come quick," Bambam's voice sounded urgent, and I could hear chaos in the background.

"What's happening there?" I couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety rising within me.

"Just come here as soon as possible!" Bambam urged, the urgency in his voice palpable. Without waiting for further explanation, I hastily ended the call and turned my car heading to the coffee shop.

As I arrived, Bambam rushed towards me, his expression filled with bewilderment and concern. Our workers stood at a distance, clearly perplexed and apprehensive, unable to enter the coffee shop due to a group of men blocking the entrance.

"What's going on here, Bam?" I asked, my own confusion mirroring his.

I don't know! I got a call from one of our workers telling me that they are forbidden to enter," Bambam explained, frustration evident in his voice. My patience was wearing thin, and my blood began to boil at the thought of someone disrupting our business.

"Ms. Manoban?" A middle-aged man approached us, dressed formally in a suit. I turned to face him, my expression clearly reflecting my frustration and anger.

"I'm Attorney Lee," he introduced himself, his tone professional but firm. "I just want to inform you that from now on, you will not be able to operate this coffee shop."

"What?! How come? She is the owner of this shop!" Bambam exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and defiance. Despite the urge to burst out in anger, I forced myself to remain calm, knowing that any outburst could escalate the situation. I glanced at our worried staff, some of them working students relying on their income from the coffee shop to support their studies. The thought of their uncertain futures weighed heavily on my mind, fueling my determination to handle the situation with composure.

"This coffee shop is already re-owned by someone." I frowned.

"This coffee shop is already re-owned by someone," Attorney Lee stated.

"Who's that someone you are referring to?" I demanded, stepping forward with a furrowed brow. Instead of answering directly, he handed me a paper. With a growing sense of anger and frustration, I read it carefully, confirming my suspicions. "I knew it! That jerk is really trying me!" I crumpled the paper in my fist and angrily threw it aside. Ignoring Bambam's calls, I briskly walked away from them, my mind racing with thoughts of confrontation.

As I tightly gripped the steering wheel and pressed down on the accelerator, I felt a surge of determination to confront the person responsible for trying to take over our coffee shop. After a few minutes of driving, I arrived at the jerk's company and hastily made my way inside, intent on finding his office.

However, as I approached his office door, his secretary attempted to stop me, blocking my path.

"Leave," I commanded, my voice filled with authority. Despite my firm tone, she remained in place, unmoving and unwilling to yield.

"Please, don't interfere and just do what I say," I pleaded, still trying to maintain some level of composure despite the escalating tension.

"Ma'am, I apologize, but you are not allowed to enter," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I said just get your ass out of my way!" I snapped, my voice echoing through the corridor. The secretary flinched and stepped back, startled by my outburst. Ignoring her shocked expression, I barged into his office, my heart pounding with fury.