Page 67 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

Despite the confusion, a surge of relief washes over me. At least she isn't hurting Charlie.

As my mind races with questions, I watch as Debbie steps forward, her figure swathed in darkness despite the blinding lights. Her eyes gleam with a dangerous glint, a mix of amusement and malice. It's as if she revels in the chaos she has caused.

Leo, ever composed, leans back in his chair, a smug smile gracing his lips. "Well, well, Debbie," he drawls, his voice laced with an underlying tone of arrogance. "You always did have a knack for finding your way into places you're not supposed to be."

Debbie chuckles, her laughter ringing through the room like shards of broken glass. "Oh, Leo, you always underestimate me," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you're so clever, playing God with your little experiments."

The room is saturated with tension as the weight of Debbie's presence hangs in the air. It feels as though the entire world has stopped spinning, all attention focused on this dangerous game of cat and mouse.

Jackson leans forward, his voice dripping with curiosity. "What exactly do you want? Who do you work for?"

Debbie takes a step closer, her movements calculated and deliberate. She smirks at Jackson, her eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Oh, Jackson, I'm glad you asked. I work for myself."

"You're doing this alone?" I state in complete disbelief.

Debbie's smirk widens, a sinister glimmer dancing in her eyes. "Oh, no, not alone," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I have an army of devoted followers who believe in the same cause as me. We are united against BioCore and their dangerous agenda."

My mind races to catch up with the revelation. Debbie, a seemingly innocuous employee turned villain, now stands before us as the orchestrator of an entire movement. The weight of her words settles like a heavy stone in my gut. How had I been so blind to her true intentions?

"BioCore," she continues, her voice filled with venomous contempt. "They believe they can control life itself, tampering with nature's delicate balance. It's an abomination, a crime against humanity and the very essence of existence."

As she utters those words, my mind races to comprehend the grand scope of Debbie's involvement. How could one person orchestrate such chaos and manipulate events like a puppeteer pulling strings? It was unfathomable.

A shiver runs down my spine as I begin to understand the depth of Debbie's personal vendetta against BioCore.

As she utters those words, my mind races to comprehend the grand scope of Debbie's involvement. How could one person orchestrate such chaos and manipulate events like a puppeteer pulling strings? It was unfathomable.

Debbie's smirk widens, her gaze never wavering from mine. "That's right, sweetie. This is my own personal vendetta against BioCore and all their god-like aspirations."

"Shit, you're like a broken record over there," Leo barks, clearly not caring whether or not he provokes her. "We aren't playing God. We aren't trying to create life, we're trying to help humanity."

"All we've ever wanted to do is help people," Jackson shouts. "Create crops that can grow under any conditions. Manufacture medicine that can save lives, and improve cell regeneration to help people recover from cancers."

I nod along and turn to her, to the cameras. "How does that make us the bad guys?"

Debbie's eyes narrow, her laughter now replaced with a cold, calculating glare. "Oh, please," she scoffs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you're the heroes in this story? You think you have the right to play with nature's delicate balance?"

Her words hang heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the divide that separates us. I exchange a glance with Jackson, and we both realize the enormity of what we're up against. It's not just the physical threat that Debbie poses, but also the ideological war she's waging against us.

I search for words, desperately trying to reason with her. "Debbie, we always strive to minimize any potential harm. We conduct countless tests, uphold strict safety protocols-"

She cuts me off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You may see yourself as saviors, but in reality, you're nothing more than pawns in their game," Debbie continues, her tone filled with scorn. "You should have just taken the bait."

Jackson, furious, tells her, "Charlie isn't bait! She's a human being."

"Oh, whatever!" She rolls her eyes, finally stepping up into my full view.

Debbie's hand moves with a swift, calculated grace towards her pocket. Earning gasps of fear from the crowd, she reveals a gun, holding it firmly in her grip. The metallic glint of the weapon reflects the dim light, casting an eerie shadow on her face. The room is filled with a collective intake of breath as tension tightens like a vice.

"Enough of your lies!" Debbie hisses, her voice laced with an unsettling mixture of anger and determination.

She's fucking crazy!

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CHARLIE

"Enough of your lies!" Debbie's shrill voice reaches my ears as I burst into the studio.

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