And Elias did it. But in the process, he became someone I could no longer recognize. He couldn’t tell right from wrong anymore. He's no longer worth to be my partner.
I took out my phone and sent a message to my father: [Cancel next week’s partnership with the Weber Group. I’ll announce it myself at the press conference.]
***
The signing ceremony with Stars Bright Group was held in our company’s conference room. Cameras from the media were all aimed at the stage.
I carefully checked the process and contract details, making sure everything was flawless. This was my last project with the Weber Group. I had to end perfectly.
Elias arrived with Elsa. The latter was dressed in a famous brand. She was practically announcing to everyone that she was the hostess.
The ceremony went smoothly until the final step, when the final contract was to be projected on the big screen for signing.
Elsa eagerly volunteered to run the PowerPoint. But the next second, a series of indecent photos appeared on the screen!
In those photos, a woman who looked exactly like me was naked, tangled up with different men in suggestive poses.
The conference room fell dead silent before breaking into an uproar.
Elsa gasped and sobbed, pretending to panic. “I—I pressed the wrong button! Ms. Torres, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why your computer has so many… private photos!”
Her words sounded like an apology, but I know she was framing me. She made it look as if those photos were mine.
She even went and tell a fake medical report showing my name, claiming I had a shameful sexually transmitted disease.
Elsa dramatically gasped, “Ms. Torres, I’ve heard rumors about your messy private life, but I didn’t think they were true! You’re not spreading that disease around the business circle, are you?”
This woman was trying to destroy my reputation in the dirtiest way possible!
A wave of humiliation crashed over me.
Elias’s face darkened as he ordered the staff to turn off the screen. But the whispers and disgusted glances around the room still cut into me like knives.
“Didn’t expect Ms. Torres to be that wild in private. Nice body, though.”
“No wonder she climbed the ladder so fast—she must have her methods.”
“Mr. Weber’s company just lost face. She really did sleep her way up.”
The ceremony ended abruptly. I straightened my back and walked to my office amid the murmurs.