The morning light in Country A ushered in a new day. The sun was brightly calm, people moved about their daily morning routine then like a storm the news of the Brown family hit the news and social media in a tidal wave.
Breaking News: " The Brown Enterprise linked to the production of substandard products".
"Government begins investigation on The Brown Enterprise over substandard products threatening the safety of the masses"
Just in: "Victims of The Brown Enterprise counterfeit product cries out for help".
Financial Report: "Brown Enterprise shares plummets by 60% over substandard products charge."
"Law makers pressing charges against The Brown Enterprises over substandard products."
Within few hours, news channels, blogs, and social media platforms erupted in a frenzy drawing millions of viewers who sat on the edge of their seats, ready to devour every aspect of the scandalous detail.
The internet boiled with rage. Netizens flooded online platforms with their comments—condemning, mocking and accusing.
The Brown family social media page was not left out as netizens bombarded them insults and condemning comments, several bloggers heightened the reports.
several persons also came out as victims of the substandard product. Bringing with them so many evidence, proves, testimony and charge against the Brown Enterprise and family.
Within a few hours, employees of Brown Enterprise flooded the internet with complaints detailing the maltreatment and oppression they had endured at the hands of Clara and her daughter, Risa.
Many of them also providing evidence of physical and verbal abuse, with some even presenting photos and videos of assaults carried out by Clara and Risa. The shocking revelations sent shockwaves through the Internet mounting the predicament of the enterprise.
There was so much melon for the melon eaters.
~ The Brown family~
Several newsmen and journalist gathered at the huge gate of the mansion waiting for any individual that will come out of the house.
Their cameras and microphone properly set while some are doing the live coverage of the mansion in readiness of the appearance of the occupants but every part of the compound was still and calm that even the maids are not in sight.
Though the situation outside was calm but the Brown family living room was a stark contrast to the tranquility in the compound.
The atmosphere was tense, the live broadcast of the reports and evidence played on the large TV screen. Phone notifications played nonstop, maids casts furtive glances at the family of three when passing the sitting room.
George was pacing the sitting room, his hands clenched behind him, his shoulders tensed and his breathing ragged as he struggled to control his temper.
Clara sat quietly on the couch gazing into the distance as though in a Dreamland while Risa having her legs wrapped in a bandage was staring at the screen in terror.
Clara's phone ringing pierced through the tensed atmosphere but she is too afraid to pick. Earlier she had answered a call but had been insulted on the phone by an unknown individual.
The phone continued ringing persistently and she was at loss of what to do, her hand hovering over the screen in trepidation.
"Can you answer that call or switch that phone off?" George Brown thundered icily.
Clara flinched at his voice and the phone slipped out of her hand landing on the floor with a thud. Risa recoiled on the couch trying to minimize the notice of her presence.
Within a short time George's phone buzzed, he paused lightly in his steps and pulled it out. It was his assistant his face twisted with rage and his fingers tightened on the device that his knuckles turned white.
His phone had not stopped ringing since the news broke. Every call was either a furious business partner asking for dissolution, a distressed shareholder panicking about the stocks, a lawyer sending a letter or an assistant calling to make report and ask for instructions. And he is quite certain this must be another of such calls.
With a frustrated sigh, he picked the call after it rang for the umpteenth time and the anxious voice of the assistant came through the speaker "Sir, the stock value of has plummeted by 60% in just three hours!"
"Investors are pulling out. We're losing millions by the second!"
"The government has frozen our assets pending the investigation—"
"Shut up!" George bellowed interrupting the report, the veins of his hands bulging, his jaw clenching in rage.
The phone buzzed again and it is still an investor, his temper snapped and he slammed the phone against the wall breaking it into several pieces, his chest heaving in rage and anger.
Clara slowly stood up and walked over to him, patting his back lightly as he gasped for breath. Her face pale, her eyes darting between her husband and the television screen, where a news report is ongoing concerning the situation.
"How did this happen?" she asked in a low tone. Her question made his mind raced as he tried to understand how such situation had occured. He skimmed through the various contacts he has competitors, rivals. Enemies. But this attack didn't look like a business warfare.
It seems like a personal vendetta but then who and why—remains a mystery he has to solve.
While Clara was busy questioning the unfolding situation, Risa's phone dinged with a series of notifications. She picked it up, her eyes quickly scanned the screen.
A cold wave of shock hit her as she read the content of the message in trepidation—her agency had just broken off their contract with her. The reason given was a "questionable character." Attached to the message was a screenshot showing her in compromising positions with different men at various times.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her lips quivered in disbelief. Panic surged through her, "It can't be happening at this time, not now, not now", she muttered incoherently.
She tried calling her agent but it seems she has blocked her number. Frantic, Risa shrieked, "No!" Her voice cracked with panic as she scrambled to make sense of what was happening.
Her whole world seemed to collapse around her as she held her head in her hands, her face pale and her mind racing as she struggles to unravel the situation before her.
"What is the problem?" Clara asked dreading what the answer might be. Risa recounted what had happened. Blood drained off Clara's face while George's face twitched at the news.
How could everything be falling apart so quick?
"Who did this?" Clara muttered under her breath, her voice tight with tension. "Who is behind this?"
George stood frozen, his face a mix of disbelief and fury, his mind struggling to process the gravity of the situation. With everything happening, the situation is little clearer now—it isn't just a personal vendetta, but a calculated attack meant to destroy everything about them.
"Someone is out to ruin us," George said, his voice low and dangerous. "But who? Who was pulling the strings behind the scenes?"