My Emotionless Goddess

” Regardless, you should inform his guardian about that matter. It is of great importance. We don’t want him landing in the hands of other terrorists. It’s a good thing he already left the country otherwise the rebels would still make an attempt on him. We already have a lot on our plate. This is a crucial moment and we don’t want any more distraction.” Miranda said seriously. She knew that Stacy’s office was soundproof so nobody could eavesdrop to their conversation. It was a matter of national security and had to be handled in the most discreet way.

” Talking on our current problem, I recently got information from my boys that the rebels are using the Morgan corp to smuggle firearms in the country. Is seems like they are preparing to launch another attack to the royal family.” Stacy said seriously. ” I still don’t get it Miranda, why are you keen on protecting the royal family? We are your associates so the least you could do us tell us the reason why it’s us trying to protect them and not the royal army.” Stacy questioned. Their group of four was formed four years ago. Their main aim was to keep a track on anything unusual happening in the country and report it to Miranda. Their concentration was more on the rebels’ hut for the last four years, there was no news about the group until recently, they started making a move.

” Tomorrow, meeting at the base, I’ll tell you all the reason.” Miranda said and walked away. She was furious inside. How could that bastard from Morgan corp result in colliding with the rebels just to be on top. He had challenged Miranda that in two years time, Morgan corp will be at the top of the chart while Lambert group will be nowhere. Was this how he planned to do it? Sacrifice anything just to get to the highest point of the social ladder. Was fame and wealth more important than humanity? But Miranda wasn’t surprised. That guy always loved to play dirty in everything but even with that, she didn’t expect him to bent so low just for mere papers.

Driving off from the hospital, Miranda went straight to the Lambert group. She needed to do something about the Morgan corp. She had tolerated that guy for long but enough was enough, no more. She will deal with him without mercy. Just how he did not have Mercy for the poor citizens by importing firearms, she will not have an ounce of mercy for him.

Miranda’s face was dark and an extremely bone chilling and threatening aura was emanating from her body. Everybody who saw her would stumble and run away for their dear lives. She was like a devil sprout from the deepest abyss of hell. She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness.

” To my office.” She barked the order to her secretary who was also trying to scurry away and hide from their demoness. Today, she was looking like a devil and she wasn’t trying to conceal it. Hazel, who was trembling all over, took hurried steps, fearing that a second later, her head would be chopped off and Fed to the crocodiles. Miranda was unaware of the deadly Aura she was emitting. She could see her employees running away from her the moment they spotted gee but she didn’t care. She was so angry that if that Morgan bastard was presented to her this very moment, she wouldn’t hesitate to snap his neck and kick him mercilessly. She was just trying to restrain herself from rushing to the Morgan corp which was their competitor and beat shiteour if his stupid brain.

She sat majestically on her throne, opened her laptop and started typing furiously on the keyboard. Hazel who was trembling a second ago couldn’t help but look at her boss with awe and worship in her eyes. Her speed was something that amazes her each and every moment she sees her boss working on the computer. Less than a minute later, Miranda pulled out a USB disk and handed it to the dumbfounded Hazel.

” Send the information in this disk to all communication houses in the country, small or big, then contact the taxing offices and send them the evidence in that disk. You only have five minutes.” Miranda said and returned her attention to the laptop. Hazel picked the USB with shaky hands and walked away immediately. From the tone of the boss, someone will be facing their doom in five minutes time. She wondered just who was stupid enough to cross paths with the demoness. He must have had a death wish. Her curiosity was satisfied seconds later when she inserted the USB and opened the contents of the USB. ” Evidence against the Morgan corp.” Hazel eyes bulged out! Morgan corp? Wasn’t that Lambert’s group top competitor until last year when they stopped competing with Lambert group? Then why was the boss targeting them all of a sudden?Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Hazel knew that her boss would never do anything without a solid reason. She could only say a rest in peace prayer before executing the instructions given by the boss.

Five minutes later, the media went into a frenzy.

” MORGAN CORPORATE EVADES TAXATION FOR TWO YEARS.”

” MORGAN CORPORATE INVOLVED IN MONEY LAUNDERING.”

” THE CEO OF MORGAN CORPORATE INVOLVED IN CASES OF RAPE AND MURDER.”

In five minutes, the Morgan company was transformed to a hot topic search with countless shares and comments. The netizens started criticising and cursing the company.

The public relations in the company landline bursted with countless calls from business partners, reporters and shareholders.

Miranda who saw the result she wanted smirked and left the office. Now, she just has to visit her grandfather before going to meet the king. Some matters had to be handled as soon as possible. She passed by the liquor store and bought her grandfather’s favourite liquor before driving straight to the Lambert ancestral house.

Arriving at the house, sfe parked the car and hopped out walking away to the ancestral hall. Age first paid her respects before walking straight to her grandfather’s tomb. She sat elegantly and poured a cup before setting it In Front of the tombstone

” Old Man, I am here to see you.” She said and paused before scrutinising the unsmiling and ever serious picture of her grandfather. ” I think I inherited everything from you. The looks, temperament and of course your unsmiling face.” She said sarcastically.

” Anyways I am not here for that, I am here to talk about something important about the kingdom. You trained me from a young age to always do anything to keep the country safe irrespective of how hard the thing is or how dissatisfied I am. Now, the king said I have to become the next queen and lead the country against the uprising rebel attack but I don’t think that’s my task. I am the crown’s protector and not the crown owner. I am confused, I don’t know what to do anymore. I wish you were here and tell me what I ought to do. I want to save my country but being the queen will be something I have never thought about. Grandpa, what do I do?” Miranda showed her vulnerable side to the only man who taught her to never be weak.

” You should do what it takes to keep the country safe. That is your task and not being the crown protector. Your destiny was decided a long time ago and sealed. There’s no need to run away from it anymore my dear.” A voice interrupted Miranda’s train of thought. She turned only to see uncle butler standing there looking at her with gentle eyes.

” Uncle butler?” Miranda asked, unsure if it was still the lovely Man who always took care of her while growing up” yes my dear.” He replied with his gentle voice and smile. Something preserved for Miranda only.

” What do you mean?” Miranda asked not sure if she understood what the old Man was talking about.

” It’s about time you know the truth.” He said,

” Wait, what truth are you talking about? Is there something I don’t know about?” Miranda asked, confused.

” Yes my dear, you, my daughter , is not a Lambert!” Uncle Butler revealed and paused to let the lady before her digest everything he said.

” What? No no no! This is a joke.” Miranda said, shaking her Head, disbelief painted on her face.

” I don’t believe you! That’s a lie! All lies!” She said hysterically. How can she accept that the family she grew up in was not her family. How could she accept that the name she bore and was most proud of wasn’t her’s. What was this? An extract from a play of a novel? Or a joke? No, even if this was a joke, it wasn’t funny at all. She only hoped this was a dream, a stupid dream that she’ll soon wake up and heave a sigh of relief and say’ it’s finally over.’