Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

In a couple of hours, we were down to a more feasible solution. Since the cash flow was too low, Grace and I were the only ones who volunteered to lend our savings to the company in our personal names. The overbearing shareholders claimed they couldn't take such decisions without properly informing the shareholders.

After, we summed everything up, we were quite confident that it would keep the business afloat for the mean time while all plans are effectively acted on.

"How did such a dumb employee even get hired in the first place?!" I turned to the HR team. "What have your team been doing?"

Grace's response beat their hesitating one, "This isn't the first time. I have had to relieve several employees of their job myself because they were just outright incompetent. In the three years you were absent, without your firm hand on the board members, they have been stuffing the company with their unwanted incompetents. If you don't fully come back, the company will be ruined by them."

"Oh God," I breathed and held my head as I felt a headache coming on. "This discussion will be for another day," I glowered at the administrative teams who couldn't meet my gaze. "Now, go put our plans into action."

Their muttered, 'thank yous' and 'yes ma'am' filled the air as they scrambled to their feet and shuffled out of the board room.

The shareholders remained.

"We demand this financial crisis be acted on as soon as possible. I'll also speak to my boss about lending a certain amount to boost the finances of Luxe Vogue, one of the cocky shareholders said, his nose in the air.

The rest also claimed that they would not hesitate to pull out if mere insubordinations were not taken care of effectively.

Afterward, they took their time to put their things together and strutted out of the board room with grim and angry faces.

I watched them as they left. For shareholders who owned merely a quarter of the company each, they were too conceited. It was a good thing that Grace and I had ensured that we kept atleast eighty percent of the company to ourselves no matter what.

I let out a loud hiss and held my head in my hands as the door closed behind their stiff backs. I felt Grace's comforting palm on my back.

"The board and HR department needs to be restructured," I said to myself but Grace answered

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*Badly. She gave me a pat on the back, "Just don't be too hard on yourself. It wasn't your fault."

My grip on my hair tightened and I felt the urge to scream. After transferring my savings and Atelier studios proceedings to save Luxe vogue I had less than a million dollars left in my personal accounts and Atelier studios networth was nothing to boast of anymore.

Now how am I supposed to raise a million dollars? Where do I get such ridiculously huge amount from?!

It would take me years to work for such amount!

I took another deep breath, trying to calm the frustration bubbling within me. It seemed fate had its own plans, because now I would have no choice but to stay with Mark for a longer time.

I suppressed the scream that threatened to tear from my throat without my permission. Gosh, I thought, gritting my teeth. I hated it when things were out of my control and they always seemed to be.

"You really did well," Grace pulled me out of my thoughts. "You were amazing, babe. Did you see the faces of the shareholders? They could barely look you in the face."

I managed a smile. That was one of the reasons why I've stuck to Grace all this while; no matter how bad things seemed to be, she always managed to focus on the brighter side.

Briefly, I wondered what the brighter side of staying married to Mark was.

"You have no idea how these old guys ganged up and bullied me when you were gone," she continued, pouting slightly.

My brows creased in annoyance, "Really? You should've informed me."

She shook her head, "You were going through enough in that sad marriage of yours."

I drew back and palmed my chest, "Touche."

We both burst out laughing then I sobbered up. "It was no big deal to be honest. I did what had to be done.

I couldn't even imagine asking for a million dollars now. If I did, the company would go bankrupt and there'll be nothing to pay these shareholders. And the last thing I wanted was to have an issue with them. Atleast, if they get their right share of dividend on time, those old guys would keep their mouth shut and let people who had important things to say and do speak up.

After Grace and I overlooked some information with the head of the Finance department that was invited back, we left the board room and proceeded to my office.

The moment we got in, I quickly summoned my assistant. "Sort out the list of personnel the shareholders had stuffed into the company, both at Luxe vogue and Atelier studios. Get me their names and everything about them including who placed them in whatever position they're in," I ordered.

"Yes ma'am," she nodded, "I'll get on to it right away." Then she left.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Grace gaped at me, "What are you about to do?"

"Exactly what you're thinking," I faced my laptop and turned it on. I shot a text to the accountant to send get me the detail of the employee that caused all of this mishap. Then I turned back to Grace, "I'm about to start laying the incompetent off. If anyone has any issues with it, they should come face me, my tone was laced with authority as I told her.