Shawn Corporation was considered as an ever-growing empire by the markets for quite some time now. Their assets and overall power in sales and negotiations gave them the third spot for the biggest corporations in the nation and, maybe, in the whole world.
Most importantly, the brains behind Shawn Corp. was still a mystery in its self as the CEO of the company hadn't made any appearances since the business started flourishing. No pictures, related searches nor gossip; she just remained a mystery to the public, so it was safe to say that they definitely had their ways done to keep the media silent.
But Sharmaine felt ever-so-slightly privileged to meet the man behind this company, rather a woman, who so happens to be her mother. Upon examination, she looked very tall and youthful, which made it seem like she gave birth to Sharmaine at an early age. She also appeared to be very mature and powerful, one who could find her ways under tough situations.
"Do you get what I'm saying, my daughter?" she suddenly said, piercing through Sharmaine's chain of thoughts.
"Huh? What?"
"I said, 'do you get what I'm saying'?"
Her voice was firm and strict, so it was obvious that her expectations were high. Sharmaine blatantly nodded as her mother proceeded with the lecture. Indeed, she was a very good teacher, but it failed to get Sharmaine's interest; she just saw this as a responsibility—nothing more, nothing less.
Judging by the smell of the room, she could tell that it was built recently. There was just a faint smell of paint lingering on her nostrils; the tables were all glossy with no scratches and the whiteboard was clean and seemed unused.
Beside her stood Merry. She was relatively quiet and formal at times, and her face seemed just too familiar. She had a long round face, with long brown hair, that was usually tied loosely, and fair skin with almond-shaped eyes. She was always wearing a black suit all the time, probably because she could move freely in it.
"Also, I'm planning to go to the opening of the new branch of the Suarez's next month," she said. The room contained the two girls, but Sharmaine could definitely feel the shock.
Suarez Corporation.
It may have been something to Sharmaine in the past, but as of now, she doesn't remember anything. It's just a blur to her. And judging by the fact that her mother would appear on the media for the very first time, this company must've been something of utmost importance.
Merry, the silent woman that she was, was quick to speak about this matter. To summarize it, she basically told Iris that it was an absurd idea as she knew that Iris hated the media. In the end, most of Sharmaine's hunches were confirmed—they definitely had the media on their hands. The argument finished with Iris not replying, but asking her daughter.
"What do you think of that idea, Sharmaine? Do you think it's also absurd?"
The air within that very room felt heavy, though it did not bother Sharmaine at the very least. She stared at her mother for a brief moment before speaking.
"Well, I don't think it's absurd, but why is it so necessary to appear this time?"
Iris gave a smile that carried ill intent. "What a good question, my dear daughter. Well, for one, I would like to see all of your enemies gathered all in one place."
"Enemies? I don't even remember any of them to hold a grudge."
"Oh, but you'll soon do."