UNEXPECTED VOWS Trapped In His Web

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[ BLACKMORE COMPANY ]

A black luxury car glided into the company's parking lot, its tinted windows reflecting the sun's rays like a mirror.

As a figure stepped out, his tall, broad frame exuded an aura of confidence and wealth. His chiseled features, chiseled jawline, and piercing blue eyes seemed chiseled from granite, radiating an air of authority. His tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and black tie seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, screaming riches.

It was non other than the well known ruthless billionaire, Reece Blackmore. His name alone sends shivers down people's bodies.

As he strode towards the building, journalists immediately swarmed around him, microphones and cameras at the ready.

"Mr. Blackmore! Mr. Blackmore! Can you comment on the rumors about your company's financial struggles?" One journalist asked, her voice shrill with excitement.

"I'm aware of the rumors. And I'm here to address them." Reece's gaze swept over them, his voice cold and detached.

"Is it true that your companies, especially the one here, are facing bankruptcy, Mr. Blackmore?" A male journalist pressed on. "Is this why you've come to the country, to salvage what's left?" He added.

Reece's eyes narrowed, his tone icy.

"We're facing challenges, yes. But we're taking measures to rectify the situation. I suggest you focus on facts rather than speculation." Yet again, he replied in an icy tone, seemingly uninterested in whatever information the journalist wanted to get from him.

He was used to this, anyway. Whenever he's back to the country, and once everyone hears that he's back, especially the journalists, that was what always happened.

"But what about the reports of financial mismanagement and debt accumulation?" Another journalist asked, her eyes skeptical.

"We're dealing with it. Next question." Reece's gaze turned glacial, walking away.

The journalists tried to keep up with the pace as they continued to pepper him with questions, but Reece's responses remained curt and frosty, his demeanor unwavering.

As the impromptu press conference drew to a close, he turned to enter the building, his entourage following closely behind, his presence seeming to leave a trail of frost in its wake.

As the journalists dispersed, Reece's guard, Max, turned to him.

"Sir, we need to get you to the meeting. The board is waiting." Reece's guard, Max, turned to him and said as the journalists dispersed.

"Let's get this over with." Reece nodded, his expression unyielding.

They walked through the building, with Reece's presence commanding attention from the employees they passed.

Many of them couldn't believe he was back to the country already. This must be a serious case, many of them thought.

Looking up, his office was a testament to his success, the view from the top floor overlooking the city. It was a beauty to behold.

The boardroom was tense, as Reece walked in, the directors' faces somber. Reece took his seat, his eyes scanning the room.

"Let's get to it," He said, his voice firm and serious.

The CEO, James, cleared his throat before he began.

"Mr. President, we need to discuss the financial situation. The debts are mounting, and....."

"I know the situation, James. What's the plan?" Reece raised a hand, cutting James off with his eyes cold.

James swallowed hard and hesitated before speaking again.

"We need to restructure, sell off some assets, and...."

"I don't pay you to tell me what I already know. I pay you to fix it!" Reece cut him off again, his gaze turning glacial.

The room fell silent, the directors exchanging nervous glances. Reece's reputation for ruthlessness was well-known, and they knew he wouldn't hesitate to make tough decisions.

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After the meeting with board, Reece strode through the lobby, heading to his office. His long strides eating up the distance. The receptionist, a poised young woman with a bright smile, looked up from her desk.

"Good morning, Mr. President" She said, her voice professional.

"Morning. Any messages?" Reece nodded curtly before asking.

"None, sir. But I have the latest financial reports ready for you, as requested." Ms

Shirley said.

"Good. Send them to my office, ASAP. And tell my assistant to get me the latest sales figures and market analysis. I want them on my desk within the hour." Reece spoke firmly.

"Right away, sir." The receptionist nodded efficiently.

Reece turned towards the elevators, his eyes already focused on the tasks ahead. As he stepped into the elevator, he checked his watch, his mind ticking with the demands of the day.

The doors slid open on the top floor, and he walked out into a sleek, modern reception area. His assistant, a sharp-eyed young man named Michael, looked up from his desk.

"Morning, sir. I have the files you requested ready and waiting." He announced.

"Good work" Reece nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "I want those sales figures and market analysis on my desk in the next 30 minutes. And get me a coffee, black, no sugar." He instructed before leaving.

Michael nodded, already moving to fulfill the requests. Reece turned towards his office, his mind focused on the challenges ahead.

He settled into his plush leather swivel chair as he got into his office, letting out a sigh of relief as he gazed out the window at the city skyline. He began to swivel gently, his eyes closed, savoring the moment of peace.

Just as he was getting comfortable, his phone rang, shrill in the silence. He opened his eyes, a hint of annoyance creeping into his expression. He answered, his voice firm.