Chapt 3: Knocked Down

Abby was still concentrating in front of the large screen with diagrams showing the number and size of shares listed on the stock exchange.

She would not miss the opportunity to expand her power in the business world, and she had to do it with a strong commitment. Especially now that she had a new rival.

Meanwhile, other employees would simultaneously do the same. When a stock had good prospects, they would immediately contact Abby and purchase after getting her approval.

This time, the enemy was not the old-generation Emerson, who couldn't even lift a leg without the help of a cane, but the crown prince. Zachary Emerson. Although to her, Zachary was relatively new to the field of stocks, Abby should not underestimate him.

"Miss Genovhia, stocks in the mining field have been raised. Which company are you eyeing?" one of the employees asked over the phone. "I think the candidates that I believe will skyrocket in two years are XYZ Company and Crakz."

"Which one is more likely?"

"Both."

"Just one of them. I allocate funds to two or three companies with varied fields. I don't want to be in just one line of business."

Abby's concentration faltered as she waited for an answer because there was no sound on the other end. However, not long after, the employee answered.

"Crakz. I asked some employees for their opinions, and others think Crakz is more prospective."

"Alright, prepare to make a purchase, and I will prepare the funds immediately."

Abby refocused her attention and discovered the Emerson family company's name in it. Without much consideration, she opened and checked the company profile, and sure enough, the sizable shares belonged to Zacamers, a new company and subsidiary of Emers Corp., now headed by Zachary Emerson.

"Why would he sell his shares? It's only a small amount, but for a new company, it's quite a large amount." Abby muttered as she moved to another screen and started a search on the search page.

Abby wanted to know how the crown prince of the Emerson family worked so boldly and rashly to sacrifice his shares, which she could say were still a fingernail's length from hers.

"What's your plan, Zachary Emerson?"

Without thinking, Abby clicked on the Zacamers' shares and made a complete purchase. A satisfied smile spread across her face.

"Ms. Genovhia, did you just purchase Zacamers shares?" asked the assistant, to which she replied with a mumble. "Are you sure you did that? Won't you lose money? Zacamers is a new company."

"I've studied their profile, and they already have a big company in Saint Orleans; it's just that they're expanding to neighboring countries to make more profit. You don't need to worry. I've considered a few things. Even if we lose money, I still have many backup plans."

The assistant just nodded, unable to argue. After all, Abby's ability in business was unquestionable. There was no way Bizmags would include her in the list of successful young people in business if she did not have the qualifications.

"Then I'll check the others. We have successfully acquired Crakz shares as you requested."

"Good. Keep an eye on the other stocks, like the previous ones. You must know which ones I'm eyeing, so try to win the purchase this time. Don't let the companies I'm eyeing slip away because you're not focused."

"Yes, Miss."

The assistant quickly left the room, and just as Abby was about to check the stock index and their performance against the stock purchase as usual, the data on the screen made her choke.

"Zachary Emerson! I have to calculate with you!" she said as she clenched her fists, her face red and her eyes fixed straight on the screen.

***

Abby still couldn't believe what she had seen a few hours ago. She, who for several years had always managed to rank first for stock purchases from large companies, was now being displaced by an amateur—a boy who had just graduated from college and had no experience other than managing a company.

No matter how great he was and how much his family praised him, Abby still considered him an amateur.

"Someone is calling you on line two, Ms. Genovhia." The assistant entered with a panicked look on her face.

"Can't you see we're in trouble? Don't bother me with anything. Tell him—"

"This is Zachary Emerson from Emers Corp."

Abby instantly stopped the outburst of frustration she was about to unleash on the assistant. She put down the pen in her hand and straightened up to hear what her assistant had to say.

"Who did you say?"

"Zachary Emerson."

"I'll take it. Thank you."

Abby couldn't wait. She immediately took the call, which he seemed to be deliberately directing at her. What did he want to talk about? Was it about the stocks? If so, she would make sure not to respond.

The man must want to show off to her.

"Hello, is this Abigail Genovhia?" asked a voice on the other line. Abby recognized the voice. Without asking any questions, she put aside her irritation and greeted her prey.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Why did you just run away from the party? You didn't even thank me or have a conversation. That's not how it's done, Miss."

"Well, thank you for saving me from that bastard. Done. Is that all you have to say? If you're done talking, I'll hang up."

"Wait! I'm not done yet. Can we have lunch together? I've heard a lot about you and your work in the business world, and I think I'd like to know more. "Consider me a junior who wants to learn from his senior—it's you."

"Are you mocking me?"

"What?"

"You think I don't know? You've been deliberately selling your shares in order to catch me off guard and not pay attention to your movements. Then, after you won the shares of the big company I was eyeing, you came to make fun of me. Sorry, Young Master Emerson, I think you've fallen prey to the wrong person."

Abby ended the call and tightened her jaw in annoyance.

She realized she had reacted wrongly, but it was already too late. If she had lost, then they would assume Zachary's capabilities and his company would skyrocket. That, of course, would damage her reputation and company.

"Damn it!" Abby squeezed the squishy in her hand tightly as an angry release for what had just happened.

If a stinky kid in the stock market had replaced her, how could she exact revenge on the Emerson family? No matter how old Zachary was, he was still an amateur to Abby.

Abby got up and was about to leave the office when her assistant came in and reported something else that made her head throb with pain.

"Miss Genovhia, Mr. Emerson is in the lobby, and he wants to see you. Would you like to see him?"