"The director, Mr. Lesnar, accused me of theft, Dad. He claimed my black card was his, that I stole it from him." Anabel said.
"What?"
"Not only that. He also slapped me and broke the card." Anabel added.
Sir. Orton's face turned beet red with rage.
"Explain yourself, Lesnar."
The director stuttered, "I-I thought she was impersonating. I never knew she was your daughter. I thought she was just a mere janitor. I will never be mad to hurt your daughter. Please forgive me!"
"You thought?" Sir Orton's voice boomed as he slapped Lesnar twice across the face. "You humiliated my daughter, ruined her card, and slapped her? What insolence!"
The director's knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. He knew that his fate was in Sir Orton's mercy.
"Please, sir... Mercy..." The director begged. The HR and the manager were already trembling in fear. They knew it was over for them. They were just waiting for their turn. They have already lost their job. They were scared of the punishment they would receive from Sir Orton. He can make them poor on the spot.
"I will never forgive you. This is terrible. For slapping my daughter, breaking her card, and calling her a thief, you will never go unpunished."
With a swift motion, he summoned his head of the ICT department.
"Terminate his shareholder's benefits. Erase his data from the system." He picked up his phone and called the police headquarters. "Come to my company. I need ten cops."
"You will pay twenty million dollars for abusing my daughter and breaking her premium black card. The police are coming, and you are going with them." Sir Orton stated.
"Young mistress, please beg your father to forgive me." He cried, and Anabel chuckled. "Can you hear yourself? I should beg my father? You must be crazy! You are a thief and highly corrupt. You should rot in jail if possible. You broke a card you can never get access to and slapped me. This is the beginning of your agony. You messed with the wrong person. Security!" She called. "Take this man away." She has two more people to handle. The security team dragged the director away, as he kept pleading.
Sir Orton turned to the manager. "And you? You stood by and watched? You are supposed to protect the minors."
The manager quivered. "I-I didn't know, sir..."
"Dad, he's among those who bullied me," Anabel spoke up. "Him and the HR. They are the workers who were humiliating and oppressing the minors. They call the janitors slaves and treat them as they like. The HR instructed me to clean her shoes, and I'm sure that is exactly how she treats other janitors. Your manager slapped me when I complained about the HR maltreatment."
"Please, sir... We didn't know she was your daughter..." They went down on their knees.
"Yes." The HR added. "The manager is right. We never knew she was your daughter. We can never be so stupid to touch her. Please consider us."
"You two monsters! Is that an excuse?" Sir Orton thundered. "If she weren't my daughter, would that justify your actions?"
The manager and HR director exchanged fearful glances. "No, sir... We made a mistake... We will not do it again."
"A mistake? You humiliate and oppress minors, treating them like slaves. You think that's acceptable. You two took advantage of vulnerable workers. Both of you will pay for this." He said, and just then, his eyes fell upon the broken health benefit allowance card on the floor.
"What's this?" He asked. "Is this not a health benefit allowance card?" He picked it up. At this moment, the manager and HR wished they could disappear and appear anywhere away from Sir Orton. This was the worst day of their life.