The scene opened inside the hospital.
Amili lay on the bed, still weak but conscious. The white lights above her reflected softly in her eyes. The room was silent, except for the steady beeping of the monitor.
Steeven stood near the window, calm as always. Bill was beside him, arms crossed, still slightly annoyed.
"You need rest," Steeven said in a composed tone. "Two weeks. No arguments."
Amili looked at him, surprised. After everything that had happened… she expected anger. Blame. Punishment.
But instead—
He was giving her time.
"I… understand," she replied softly.
Bill exhaled and shook his head. "Just don't create another scene next time."
Steeven gave him a brief glance, signaling him to stop.
"Recover properly," Steeven added. "We'll handle everything else."
Without saying anything more, both Steeven and Bill turned and left the room.
A few hours later—
They arrived back at the villa.
The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere changed.
Steeven's calm expression turned sharp.
"Bill," he said, loosening his tie slightly, "it's time."
Bill looked at him, confused. "Time for what?"
Steeven turned toward him, a faint but dangerous smile forming.
"Time to clean the company."
Bill blinked. "Clean? What do you mean? The staff comes every morning, everything is already cleaned—"
Steeven sighed.
"Not that kind of cleaning, idiot."
Bill frowned. "Then what?"
Steeven's eyes darkened.
"I'm talking about cleaning out the employees."
A brief silence filled the room.
Bill's expression changed. "Wait… what?"
Steeven walked past him, picking up a glass of water.
"Tomorrow," he said calmly, "we remove every single rat from the company."
"Rats?" Bill asked. "Where did rats come from?"
Steeven chuckled slightly.
"My innocent friend," he said, "sometimes I don't understand how you act so well in front of Amili."
Bill scratched his head, confused.
Steeven continued,
"There are people inside our company… who are working for others. Leaking information. Creating losses. Weakening us from the inside."
Bill's eyes widened.
"…You mean… corrupted employees?"
"Exactly."
Bill took a deep breath. "Okay… but how are you going to find them? And how do you know who's loyal and who's not?"
Steeven turned toward him, his gaze confident.
"Leave that to me."
The next morning—
Chaos.
Dozens of employees stood inside the company lobby, shouting, arguing, protesting.
Security guards were present everywhere.
Names were being called one after another.
"You're terminated."
"You're dismissed."
"Hand over your ID."
Within hours, a large number of employees were fired.
The atmosphere turned explosive.
"This is injustice!"
"You can't do this!"
"On what basis are we being fired?!"
Their voices echoed through the building.
Some of them even started breaking things—chairs, files, glass decorations.
Just then—
The main doors opened.
Steeven and Bill entered.
The moment everyone saw them—
The shouting grew louder.
"You! How dare you fire us like this?!"
"We'll sue you!"
"You can't run a company like this!"
Bill looked slightly tense.
But Steeven—
Completely unfazed.
He stepped forward calmly.
"Oh?" he said. "You're going to file a case?"
He smirked faintly.
"Go ahead."
His confidence only made them angrier.
"How dare you—!"
Some of them started moving aggressively.
Before things could escalate further—
Steeven raised his hand slightly.
"Security."
Within seconds, guards rushed in and forcefully pushed all of them out of the building.
The doors slammed shut.
Outside the company—
The protest had begun.
Dozens of fired employees sat on the road, shouting slogans.
Media vans arrived.
Cameras turned on.
"Live coverage from outside Walker Company!"
"This is a major controversy!"
Reporters rushed toward the protesting employees.
One man stood in front—
Mr. Chan.
He had now become their leader.
A microphone was held toward him.
"Mr. Chan, what exactly happened?"
Chan sighed dramatically.
"I've worked in this company for years," he said. "We never had any issues."
He pointed toward the building.
"But ever since this new head arrived… everything changed."
"He's arrogant. He puts pressure on employees. And now—without any reason—he fired all of us!"
The crowd behind him shouted in agreement.
"This is unacceptable!"
"We demand justice!"
Chan continued,
"We worked day and night for this company… and this is how we are treated?"
He looked straight into the camera.
"We will not stop until Steeven comes out, apologizes, and gives us our jobs back!"
The crowd cheered loudly.
The media buzz increased.
Suddenly—
Two cars stopped near the scene.
From them stepped out—
Lawyers.
And police officers.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Reporters rushed toward them.
"Sir! Are you here to arrest Mr. Steeven?"
"Is the company being shut down?"
"Is this illegal termination?"
One of the lawyers raised his hand.
"You're misunderstanding the situation."
The reporters fell silent.
"We are not here to arrest Mr. Steeven…"
He paused.
"…we are here to arrest these people."
Shock.
Pure shock spread across the crowd.
"What?!"
"Arrest us?! For what?!"
Chaos erupted again.
At that exact moment—
The main gate opened.
Steeven walked out.
Bill followed behind him.
In Steeven's hand—
A microphone.
The crowd fell into a tense silence.
Steeven stepped forward, his presence dominating the entire scene.
He looked at the crowd.
Then at the cameras.
And finally—
At Mr. Chan.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"So," he began calmly, "you all want an explanation?"
No one spoke.
"You want to know why you were fired?"
He lifted a file in his hand.
"Good."
His voice turned colder.
"Because today… I'm going to give you all the answers."
The reporters leaned forward.
The cameras zoomed in.
Steeven opened the file slowly.
"And not just answers…"
He looked directly at Chan.
"…but proof."
The air itself felt heavy.
And in that moment—
Everyone realized—
This was not just a protest anymore.
This was—
A trap.
And Steeven…
Had already won.