Corporate Villainy: Trampling Protagonists as a Business Dad

Marcus stood before the detailed map of Annapurna's corporate district, his steel-gray eyes scanning the security reports with the kind of focused intensity that had made him legendary in Sector 4. At thirty-four, he commanded respect not just through his Core-stage cultivation, but through the absolute confidence that came from never truly failing at anything that mattered.

Another corporate conflict, Marcus thought, reviewing the intelligence about Meridian's escalating tactics. These business people think they understand warfare, but they're children playing with wooden swords.

He'd spent the last decade as the "Shadow Wolf King" in the most dangerous corners of the state—mercenary work, assassination contracts, territorial disputes between major sects. The decision to retire had shocked the Sector 4 networks, but Marcus had ignored all the lucrative offers.

They don't understand, he mused, his finger tracing the edge of Celia's photograph on his desk. I've spent years surrounded by warriors and killers. Celia is... different. Brilliant, accomplished, creating something beautiful rather than just destroying things.

When he'd first seen her image in the business magazine, something had stirred in him that he hadn't felt in years. Not just attraction, but genuine fascination. Here was a woman who commanded respect through intelligence and innovation rather than fear and violence.

And she needs protection, Marcus thought, his jaw tightening. These corporate vultures see her success and want to exploit it. They see her brilliance and want to control it.

The attack last night had confirmed his worst fears. Skilled fighters, coordinated tactics, intimate knowledge of her schedule. This wasn't random violence—this was a message. Someone wanted to demonstrate that Celia was vulnerable.

But they made one critical mistake, Marcus reflected with cold satisfaction. They assumed she was unprotected.

The three attackers had been competent by civilian standards, but against the Shadow Wolf King, they'd been children with toys. Marcus had ended the fight in less than thirty seconds, using just enough force to neutralize the threats without creating a spectacle.

Professional, controlled, effective. Exactly what she needs.

But the attack had also revealed something troubling. Someone was escalating the corporate conflict beyond normal business warfare, targeting Celia specifically rather than just her company.

That's fine, Marcus thought, his expression growing harder. I've handled personal threats before. They're about to learn that there are levels of violence they can't comprehend.

When he met with Celia later, Marcus would present himself as the consummate professional—respectful, competent, focused on her safety. She didn't need to know about his reputation in Sector 4, didn't need to understand the kind of man she'd hired.

She's brilliant but naive about the true nature of power, Marcus mused. She thinks these corporate leaders are her equals, that she can negotiate on level ground. She doesn't understand that some people only respect strength.

That would change. As the corporate warfare escalated, Celia would learn that her intelligence, while valuable, wasn't enough to protect her from people who operated by different rules. She'd need someone who understood those rules, someone who could speak the language of violence when necessary.

And I'm exactly what she needs, Marcus concluded with quiet satisfaction. The perfect balance of strength and control. Someone who can handle any threat while allowing her to focus on what she does best.

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2:15 PM - Annapurna Guild, Executive Suite

Celia sat behind her desk, reviewing supply chain alternatives while trying to ignore the persistent tension in her shoulders from the previous night's attack. The incident had been brief but terrifying—three skilled fighters emerging from the shadows with the kind of coordinated precision that suggested professional training.

The timing was too convenient to be coincidental. Three days after publicly rejecting Meridian's shipment, she'd been attacked by skilled fighters who knew her schedule and location. The correlation was impossible to ignore.

Thornfield's message was clear, she thought, her jaw tightening with anger. Challenge Meridian's authority, face the consequences. But if he thinks intimidation will make me back down, he's badly mistaken.

If not for her new bodyguard's intervention, she might not have survived the encounter. The man had moved with a precision and confidence that spoke of extensive combat experience, neutralizing three trained attackers without sustaining so much as a scratch.

Her intercom buzzed with her secretary's voice: "Miss Annapurna, your two o'clock appointment is here."

"Send him in."

The door opened to admit Marcus, the man whose timely intervention had saved her life less than twelve hours earlier. In the daylight of her office, she could study him more carefully than had been possible during the chaos of the attack.

He was tall and lean, with the kind of controlled movement that suggested advanced cultivation training. His eyes held the confident certainty of someone who'd never encountered a problem he couldn't solve through superior skill and determination. Everything about his bearing suggested competence, reliability, and the kind of unwavering focus that made excellent bodyguards.

"Miss Annapurna," Marcus said, offering a respectful bow that managed to convey both deference and dignity. "I wanted to follow up on last night's incident and discuss enhanced security protocols."

"Please, sit." Celia gestured to the chair across from her desk. "I haven't had the opportunity to properly thank you for your intervention. Without your assistance..."

"You don't need to thank me," Marcus replied, his voice carrying the kind of quiet authority that suggested he took his responsibilities seriously. "Protecting you is my absolute priority. No one approaches you without my assessment."

Something in his tone made Celia look at him more carefully. There was dedication in his voice, but also something deeper—a possessiveness that went beyond professional duty. "Marcus, may I ask why you chose to work for Annapurna Guild? Your skills clearly qualify you for positions with much larger corporations."

Marcus was quiet for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "I've spent years working in dangerous environments, Miss Annapurna. Combat, conflict resolution, protection services for various clients. But I've reached a point where I want to do something more meaningful than simply responding to threats."

"And you find meaning in corporate security work?"

"I find meaning in protecting someone who's trying to build something important," Marcus replied, his gaze meeting hers directly. "Your architectural innovations, your commitment to quality, your refusal to compromise on safety standards—these are things worth protecting."

▶Celia's favorability towards Marcus has increased to 65(+3)

▶ Marcus LP: +30

Celia felt an unexpected warmth at his words. Most people in her professional life were either trying to use her expertise for their own benefit or competing with her for market position. Marcus seemed to genuinely respect her work for its own sake.

"About last night," she said, returning to practical matters. "The timing seems... suspicious. Three days after I publicly rejected Meridian's shipment, I'm attacked by skilled fighters who knew my schedule and location."

Marcus's expression hardened slightly. "The correlation is concerning. Corporate conflicts can escalate quickly when significant financial interests are threatened."

"You think Meridian ordered the attack?"

"I think someone wanted to send a message about the consequences of challenging established corporate interests," Marcus replied diplomatically. "Whether that someone was Meridian specifically, or someone else with similar motivations, is something we'll need to investigate carefully."

Celia's expression turned cold with determination. "If Thornfield thinks he can intimidate me into backing down, he's badly mistaken. I've spent twenty years building Annapurna Guild's reputation on quality and integrity. I won't compromise those principles because someone decides to use violence."

Marcus's eyes flashed with approval. "And my recommendations for enhanced security?"

"Complete schedule coordination through my office. Advance notification of all meetings, events, and travel plans. Variable routes for regular journeys. And..." Marcus hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I'd recommend limiting your exposure to potentially compromising social situations until we understand the full scope of the threat."

"Compromising social situations?"

"Dinners with unknown parties, attendance at events where security can't be properly controlled, interactions with individuals whose backgrounds haven't been thoroughly verified." Marcus's voice carried a note of professional concern. "In my experience, attacks like last night's are often preceded by intelligence gathering operations. Someone studied your habits, your schedule, your preferred routes. We need to disrupt that predictability."

Celia considered his recommendations, recognizing their wisdom while also feeling the weight of the implications. "This means we're officially at war with Meridian. No more corporate courtesy, no more professional restraint."

"Ma'am?"

"If they want to use violence and intimidation, then we'll respond accordingly. I want our legal team to file formal complaints with the Corporate Council about the supply disruptions. I want our security division to document every instance of harassment and intimidation. And I want our procurement team to begin aggressive expansion into Meridian's supplier networks."

Marcus's expression grew serious. "That level of escalation will trigger significant retaliation."

"Let them retaliate," Celia said, her voice carrying the kind of cold determination that had built her corporate empire. "Annapurna Guild didn't achieve its position by backing down from bullies. If Meridian wants a war, they'll have one—but they'll discover that I'm not as vulnerable as they assumed."

As Marcus outlined his security protocols, Celia found herself studying his profile, noticing the way his jaw tightened when he discussed potential threats to her safety. His dedication was obvious, but there was something in his manner that suggested his investment in her protection went beyond professional obligation.

For the first time in months, she felt genuinely protected. Not just physically, but understood—someone who recognized the value of her work and was willing to defend it with his life.

The corporate war with Meridian was about to escalate beyond anything Autumnvale had seen in decades. But with Marcus at her side, Celia was ready to fight.