Whatever was happening at the Company, It was big.
When Canary, Lucy, Ketra, and Joel arrived at Andersons Group, the scene that greeted them was nothing like they had expected.
A group of employees had gathered outside the main entrance, chanting and holding signs that read,
"Demote Canary Andersons!"
The air was thick with tension, and the protestors were loud, their anger directed squarely at Canary.
He could feel the weight of their eyes as he stepped out of the car, his pulse quickening.
"What the hell is going on here?" Canary muttered, his voice low but edged with anger.
Lucy's expression was one of shock. "I have no idea. Mr. Smith didn't say anything about this."
She looked to Joel, who had a guarded expression, clearly processing the situation.
Ketra turned to him. "You didn't know about this either?"
Joel shook his head, his face unreadable. "No idea. But it looks like something's happening that we haven't been told about."
Canary took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as he approached the crowd. "This is crazy," he muttered under his breath.
He stepped forward, ready to address the employees, but before he could speak, a voice from the crowd shouted
"We don't want you as president anymore, Canary! Your leadership's been a disaster!"
Lucy placed a hand on Canary's arm, clearly concerned. "
" What's going on ?" Lucy asked her voice loud.
" Canary exploits women!" One the leaders a middle aged said.
"Demote Canary for sexual harassment!" and "End the abuse at Andersons Group!"
The realization hit Canary like a punch to the gut. His face tightened, and his thoughts raced.
"Sexual exploitation?" he murmured, his eyes scanning the protestors.
He stepped forward, his voice steady but edged with anger.
"Where the hell did you get this from?" he demanded, his eyes scanning the crowd.
" The video, We all saw it.." A man affirmed.
"What video are you talking about?"
One of the protestors stepped forward, holding up a phone.
"We saw the video," they said, their voice trembling with fury.
"You were talking about sleeping with women all over the world, bragging about how you hurt Regina and others. We heard it with our own ears." They brought out the phone for him.
The Video…
Regina shrugged, stepping closer.
" You and I… we have history, Canary. I wouldn't want to see you blindsided."
" Huh, history?" He chuckled.
" Regina, Let me make something clear forget this 'history' you keep bringing up. Whatever we had, it's long dead."
Regina's confident smile wavered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, her voice softening.
"Regina, the only thing I feel for you is regret and maybe a little pity."
" So you really threw away everything we had ?" She asked.
" It was all fake !" He said.
" Now I see," Regina said bitterly, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and pain.
"You hate me so much that you'd rather sleep with women like Leah, Isabella, Bianca… and now Lisa, just to spite me!"
Canary froze mid-step, then slowly turned back to face her. His expression was icy, his jaw tight.
"You think this is about you?" he said, his voice low but laced with venom.
Regina's lip curled into a sneer. "Isn't it? You've been parading them around, rubbing it in my face. Do you think I don't see it?"
Canary chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Regina," he said, taking a step closer, his eyes boring into hers,
"I would rather sleep with the whole damn world than ever go back to you."
"Did you really have to sleep with my sister, Camilla, just for fun?" she demanded, her voice cracking with anguish.
Regina sobbed, wiping at her cheeks with her sleeve.
"Camilla… my sister! Was it just another way to hurt me? Another game for you?"
"Regina," Canary began, his tone colder than ever, "I don't care who she is. Camilla was a mistake, just like you were. And nothing you say or do is going to change that."
Regina's face twisted with hurt, her sobs growing louder.
"You're really this heartless, aren't you? You've never cared about me, have you?"
"No," he replied.
.....
The video ended and now Canary understood.
Canary's face went pale as the realization hit him.
It was the video David had edited the one Regina had orchestrated.
His stomach sank. The protestors weren't just making random accusations; they were speaking from a carefully crafted narrative, one designed to destroy his reputation.
"You've slept with the women at this company! Regina, Leah, Bianca, Lisa, Camilla… everyone you've slept with and those who were not mentioned in the video. We're afraid you'll do the same to our wives, daughters, and sisters!"
Canary swallowed and cleared his throat again.
"Listen to me. This videowhatever it says is a lie. There's a very different story story behind it, It's all edited" He tried.
One of them shouted, "You're lying! You're denying the naked truth!"
The anger in their voices only intensified as they began chanting louder:
"Resign! Demote Canary!"
Suddenly, someone threw an egg, which hit Canary in the chest.
It splattered across his suit, and the crowd roared in approval. More followedeggs, bottles, and other items rained down on him as the protestors hurled their fury at him.
"Enough!" Lucy shouted, stepping in front of Canary, trying to shield him. "This is madness!"
But the protestors were out of control.
"You've hurt too many people, Canary!" someone yelled.
"You need to pay for what you've done to the women at this company!"
Canary, covered in egg yolk and debris, stood frozen for a moment.
The curses, the chants, and the rage from the crowd felt like a physical assault.
Without another word, he turned and began walking toward the entrance of the Andersons Group building.
The protestors didn't let up. More items were thrown at him—eggs, bottles, even a few shoes.
Their curses rang out, calling for his resignation, demanding justice.
But Canary kept walking, his face steely and unyielding, not letting the chaos rattle him.
Lucy, Ketra and Joel followed closely behind, trying to shield him from the flying objects, but it was clear this was more than just a protestit was an all-out attack on his career and his reputation.
On one of the sides Regina stood there with a smirk.