That money was the only thing standing between my grandmother and her ICU bills. Her next round of targeted therapy.
Dean let out a mocking laugh, reached behind him, and flung a financial statement at my face. The paper slapped against my cheek and fluttered to the wet floor.
"Commission?" He tilted his head, grinning. "You actually have the nerve to ask?"
He turned to face the entire staff and raised his voice. "Listen up, everyone!"
"After a thorough internal investigation, the company has confirmed that Vincent Sullivan has been using psychological manipulation disguised as mystical guidance to brainwash and extort our clients."
"He has severely damaged the reputation of Delgado Group. Every single one of those contracts was obtained through superstitious nonsense and fraud."
"Therefore, his commissions are hereby confiscated in full as restitution for the damage done to the company's name."
"And that's not all. Given the harm you've caused to this organization—" Dean held up a document. "You'll also be signing this five-million-dollar claim for damages."
"Bullshit." My whole body was shaking. "Those clients were begging me to sign with them."
They'd destroyed my sacred relic. They'd seized the money meant to save my grandmother's life. And now they wanted me to pay them five million dollars?
"I want to see Beverly Delgado." I shoved Dean aside and forced my way into the CEO's office.
Beverly was sitting on the sofa, cheerfully browsing gifts for Dean.
The moment she saw me barge in, her face went cold.
"Vincent Sullivan, who gave you permission to walk in here? Do you have any sense of propriety?"
I strode over and slammed the outrageous five-million-dollar demand down on the table.
"Beverly, you'd better explain this."
I stared her down, searching for any trace of conscience left behind those eyes.
"Beverly, look me in the eye and tell me the truth."
"When your cash flow collapsed, who was it that knelt for three days and three nights before the Patron Saint to pray for your salvation?"
"Those billion-dollar contracts—who cast the sacred cups and guided you to the south side of the city to close those deals?"
"And now you burn the bridge the second you've crossed it? You let him steal my grandmother's life-saving money?" My voice cracked. "Are you even human?"
Something flickered in Beverly's eyes—just for a second—before her expression hardened into cold indifference.