Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen 67 Summary The narrator begins by deeply investigating the company Edge, uncovering that Hera, who appears to be the CEO, is actually just a figurehead with no real power. The true control lies with shadowy figures behind the scenes, and the narrator foresees Hera's inevitable downfall unless she acts quickly to reform. However, the narrator feels no sympathy or desire to help Hera, seeing her fate as well-deserved due to her past mistakes.

As the narrator prepares to finish work and rest for the night, their phone buzzes with a call from Claire McKay, their landlady. Claire is at a gathering where she's stuck in a game that requires her to pay for everyone's expenses if her "guy" doesn't come to pick her up. She also mentions an old schoolmate who is making her uncomfortable and asks for help. Despite the late hour, the narrator agrees to pick Claire up from a karaoke bar downtown. The call ends with Claire's excitement, and the narrator quickly heads out, unable to sleep.

They arrive at the lively venue, ready to assist Claire and end the chapter with a sense of anticipation. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 67 I exhaled deeply, my mind already racing as I began scouring every available financial report and news article related to Edge. Logging into the company's official website, I meticulously combed through the list of employees, scrutinizing their roles and positions.

My investigation didn't stop there-I ran thorough background checks on each member of the board of directors, piecing together the true power structure lurking beneath the surface. Just as I had suspected, Hera was merely a figurehead. Though she appeared to be the company's leader, her authority was nothing more than a carefully constructed illusion. The real control had long since slipped from her grasp, quietly seized by others behind the scenes. She was vulnerable, exposed-a sitting duck waiting for the inevitable downfall. I could feel it coming.

The moment when those shadowy figures would finally move in, stripping her of what little remained of her influence. There was no reason for them to prolong her charade as CEO any longer. Yet, if Hera acted quickly-implemented genuine reforms now-there was a slim chance she might salvage both her reputation and the company's future. But why should I care? Why would I lift a finger to help Hera at this point? The answer was clear: I wouldn't. Not anymore. "You dug your own grave," I whispered bitterly, "and I won't be the one to hold you back from lying in it.

I warned you to change, but you refused to listen. Now, you have no one to blame but yourself." A sneer twisted my lips as I balled up the three pages of notes I'd been reviewing and tossed them into the trash bin. Hera was just a name from my past-someone I once knew but no longer cared about. Whatever fate awaited her was no concern of mine. I returned to my revisions, determined to finish before calling it a night. Just as I was about to shut down my laptop, my phone buzzed sharply, breaking the silence. An unknown number flashed on the screen.

Curious and slightly wary, I answered, "Who's this?" "Sebastian? Is that you?" The voice was unmistakable-Claire McKay. I frowned. Claire wasn't home right now. Was she in some kind of trouble? "Yeah, it's me. What's going on?" I asked cautiously. There was a lightness in her tone. "Wow, so this really is your number! I spotted it on the contract you signed. Pretty clever, huh?" she teased. "I haven't seen you around much lately. Didn't realize firefighters could be so busy!" I shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"Nah, it's nothing too crazy." Claire was just my landlady, after all. I didn't feel the need to share much about my plans. "Look, if it's nothing urgent, I'm about to head to bed." "No, wait!" she protested quickly. Her voice lowered, becoming more serious. "Okay, so... I'm outside at this gathering. Had a few drinks and now I'm stuck in a game. The rule is, if your guy doesn't show up to pick you up, you have to cover everyone's expenses tonight. I really don't want to pay for all of them, haha.

Plus, there's this old schoolmate who's starting to get a little too clingy..." Her tone shifted to a soft plea. "Please come get me. I don't know what he might do if I have to drive home alone." I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. That was it? Since we lived in the same building, I figured it was no trouble. "Send me the address. I'll be there." "Really? Thank you so much! I'll wait right here!" Her excitement was almost palpable. The call ended, and shortly after, a message arrived with the location-a karaoke bar downtown.

Sleep suddenly felt impossible as I quickly dressed and hailed a cab toward her. Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up outside the lively venue, the neon lights flickering against the night sky. Conclusion The weight of past betrayals and the cold reality of power struggles lingered heavily in my mind, yet the night's unexpected call offered a brief reprieve from the shadows that clung to my thoughts. Hera's downfall seemed inevitable, a cautionary tale of pride and denial, but it was no longer my battle to fight.

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