Chapter 15
The Mosley family mobilized in full force to address their company’s
crisis.
Three Mercedes sedans flanked a Bentley as they pulled up to the curb, drawing curious glances from passersby.
“Is this skyscraper really GeekFlux Group’s headquarters?” Sylvia
murmured.
She rarely visited the central business district, though she’d often spotted the striking Twin Edifices from afar during shopping trips. She’d assumed it belonged to one of the four great families, not this rising tech giant.
Braylon stepped out of the Bentley, his expression darkening as he tilted his head back to take in the towering structure.
GeekFlux Group’s disruptive ascent defied conventional growth. patterns.
Leveraging unparalleled core tech rather than funding, this startup had outmaneuvered established players, a testament to its terrifyingly competent leadership and technological capabilities.
For the Mosleys, securing an alliance with such a company would be invaluable.
But if GeekFlux collaborated with other rivals, they’d trample down the Mosley family under their foot mercilessly.
Braylon turned to Sylvia with grave intensity. “Sylvia, we’ll count on you today.”
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Sylvia nodded. “Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll do my best to regain GeekFlux’s partnership.”
“Good.”
The Mosley entourage entered the building.
Vicente marched to the reception desk. “We’re here to see your chairman,” he declared.
The receptionist remained impassive. “All executive meetings require appointments.”
“Do you know who we are?” Vicente snapped. “Inform your chairman that the Mosley Group’s chairman and CEO are waiting!”
“Rules apply to everyone,” the receptionist said evenly.
“You…”
Sylvia intervened. “Vicente, these employees have their constraints. Don’t make them risk their jobs over protocol.”
Sylvia stepped forward with practiced diplomacy and showed the receptionist the text message she had received yesterday. “We’re here for the designer callback interview.”
The receptionist replied, “The callback interviews are on the eighteenth floor.”
With a gentle smile, Sylvia coaxed Braylon and the others toward the elevators.
In the top–floor office on the hundredth level, floor–to–ceiling windows curved around the space, offering a panoramic view of Kraitburgh’s bustling cityscape.
Yesenia sat in the chairman’s seat, her expression cold as she watched. the family’s interactions on her computer screen.
Ramiro leaned against the desk, clicking his tongue. “Do they think GeekFlux Group is their Mosley Group? Ordering our employees. around and demanding executive elevator access? Today’s been one hell of an eye–opener!”
A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Boss, if we let them up here and they saw you sitting in the chairman’s seat, those guys would probably drop to their knees in shock.”
Yesenia scoffed, “Keep dreaming.”
The Mosley family would only accuse her of overstepping.
Blood ties meant nothing to them. She knew them too well.
“Let’s go,” she said. “The show’s about to begin.”
Ramiro laughed.
As Yesenia stood and took a few steps, her gaze suddenly caught on something outside. “That building over there…”
Just across the city River from the Twin Edifices stood another skyscraper of equal height.
“That’s the Wyatt family’s,” Ramiro said. “It used to be the tallest downtown. They built earlier, but our location’s better.”
Yesenia shook her head and looked away, dismissing the odd sensation that someone in that building had been watching her, like a predator’s
gaze.
“It must be lingering trauma from last night’s incident,” she thought wryly.
***
The elevator doors opened simultaneously on the eighteenth floor, one revealing Sylvia and her group, the other displaying Yesenia from the penthouse.
The two parties faced each other, both momentarily stunned.
Sylvia’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you doing here?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
Vicente stepped forward, face twisted with contempt. “Oh, didn’t you cut ties with the family last night? Now you regret it? Did you follow us here to beg Dad to take you home?”
Yesenia smirked, “What, is this building the Mosley Group’s property?”
Her words struck deep, silencing Braylon and the others.
Today was too important. Cayden couldn’t afford any disruptions.
He moved closer to Yesenia, his voice low, carrying the authority of both an elder brother and a man used to command.
“I don’t care what you’re trying to pull. Sylvia’s callback is important. Whatever you want, we’ll discuss it later.”
He paused, offering reluctant assurance. “I promise I’ll accommodate your demands as much as possible.”
Yesenia shook her head in disappointment, stepping back to create distance.
“I thought you’d at least be smarter than Vicente. Guess I overestimated you.”
Cayden stiffened.
“Relax. I can’t be bothered with the Mosley family’s affairs.”
With that double insult delivered, she watched with satisfaction as their faces darkened with suppressed rage. Turning on her heel, she entered the venue first.
Vicente moved to chase after her, but Sylvia grabbed his arm.
“Vicente, the cameras,” she warned softly.
The staff had reminded them upon arrival that today’s designer callback. was being live–streamed to ensure transparency. Anyone who refused to be filmed would forfeit their chance.
The Mosleys seethed at Ramiro’s high–handedness, but there was nothing they could do.
They were here to ask for favors. Making a scene wasn’t an option.
Cayden’s face darkened. “Yesenia wouldn’t dare cause trouble here. Let’s go in.”
Sylvia’s racing heartbeat gradually steadied.
Sylvia’s racing heartbeat gradually steadied. Ramiro would never publicly display all the design submissions before contracts were signed, as that wasn’t standard practice. Yesenia couldn’t have known Sylvia stole her designs.
Even if she did find out, what could she possibly do?
Did she have any proof that the designs were hers?
With her father and brothers accompanying her today, the message should be clear to Yesenia.
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How would she dare humiliate the Mosley family in public?
Reassured by these thoughts, Sylvia composed herself, fixed a smile on her face, and entered the venue.
The room was already filled with people. Fashion industry journalists and judging panelists occupied the front rows, while the remaining seats held designers attending the callback.
The Mosleys found seats near the middle front.
Before long, a familiar voice called out, “Hey, Mr. Mosley, you’re here to support your daughter’s callback too?”
It was an old business partner, one that the Mosley Group had long surpassed and now considered beneath them.
Braylon responded politely, “Mr. Fenwick, it’s been a while.”
Rodrigo moved closer with practiced familiarity. “Too long indeed! I’ve tried inviting you to lunch several times, but you’re always so busy. Your busy schedule is impossible to crack!”
Braylon smiled without responding.
Undeterred, Rodrigo turned to Sylvia. “And this must be Ms. Mosley? You’ve grown into such a beauty.”
“Mr. Fenwick, how do you do?” Sylvia greeted politely.
“How long have you studied design, Ms. Mosley?” Rodrigo asked warmly.
Sylvia smiled gracefully, “Fashion design is just a hobby of mine. I’ve never receive
formal training.”
Her words immediately drew astonished glances from those nearby.
“She’s never studied fashion design? Good heavens!”
“Unbelievable! I’ve trained for nearly ten years and still couldn’t pass the preliminary round. I had to beg for a spectator pass just to be here today. And she’s telling us she’s completely self–taught?”
“This must be what separates true talent from ordinary people…”
Sylvia basked in the admiration, while Braylon and the others swelled with familial pride.
Her gaze drifted across the room and locked with Yesenia’s. She was sitting in the corner alone. Sylvia’s smile widened triumphantly.
She was destined to be the radiant center of attention, while Yesenia belonged in the shadows, forgotten and unnoticed.
