The subordinate tasked with searching Diane's house returned to Gerald Kramer's office, wearing a disappointed expression, and appeared to be physically distressed and apprehensive, fully aware of how his boss would react to the news.Upon laying eyes on the subordinate, Gerald was immediately surprised by his disheveled appearance, which unsettled him. He inquired, "Why do you look like that, Sam? How did the task I assigned you go? What happened?"Sam swallowed hard, his chest quivering with every breath. "I - I encountered an unexpected obstacle, boss," he confessed, his gaze lowered."What kind of obstacle?" Gerald asked, his forehead furrowed in curiosity.Sam went on to explain, "While I was diligently searching for any potentially incriminating evidence, I was suddenly intercepted by someone, boss. However, I managed to secure a flash drive–""Where is it?" Gerald immediately interjected.Sam let out a heavy sigh and replied, "He took it, boss. I attempted to resist, but he man

Edwin stormed into Devon’s office, making the door slam loudly behind him. He marched up to Devon’s desk with annoyance written all over his face. “What’s the reason for this interruption, Devon? I was busy doing my menial job when you fucking called.”Devon responded with an amused grin, shaking his head and letting out a chuckle. “Oh, Edwin. your impulsiveness is truly remarkable. Nevertheless, before I provide you with the details, let me remind you that I hold a higher position in this company. I am your superior, and it’s expected that you address me with respect and maintain a certain level of professionalism in your tone. You’d be wise to watch your attitude, as I have the means to make your life difficult for you in this company,” Devon cautioned, his expression growing stern.Edwin scoffed, looking at Devon with a frown, but he had no words to counter it, knowing that Devon would really make do of his promise. When I succeed in getting the whole of Danforth Group to my name,

Joanna finally met up with Ezekiel at a local coffee shop, her mind filled with numerous questions about the events that had unfolded that fateful night. She had been wrestling with these questions, unable to arrive at a definitive conclusion regarding how she had ended up in a hotel room, photographed, and with the pictures sent to Travis.It was evident that this was a calculated plot aimed at destroying her marriage with Travis, and Ezekiel appeared to be involved. Joanna had held the hope that Ezekiel might be a better alternative to Travis if she ever considered divorce. While she never intended to develop emotional feelings for him, she had believed he was a decent person with whom she could manage her life.However, she couldn't have been more mistaken.Ezekiel let out a sigh and began to explain, "I've decided to talk to you because I believe we need to clear the air. I acknowledge that I owe you an explanation, and it's my responsibility to provide one.""You bet your life yo

In a swift motion, Joanna opened the door for her mother, and Madame Alice stormed into the house, her countenance ablaze with anger. Her initial piercing glare fixated on Travis before she redirected her intense displeasure toward her daughter."What on earth are you thinking, Joanna?" Madame Alice erupted in a furious tirade. "Why do you persist in bringing shame upon our family?"Baffled by her mother's accusation, Joanna furrowed her brow and inquired, "Bringing shame? What do you mean?"Madame Alice's frustration was palpable as she unleashed her exasperation. "You've humiliated us in front of your grandmother and everyone else!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with exasperation. "She called me, yelling about how she's been desperately trying to reach you, but you've consistently ignored her calls. Do you even comprehend the gravity of this, Joanna? Ignoring your grandmother's calls is akin to poking a lion's tail!"Meanwhile, Travis couldn't help but emit a derisive scoff at the

As the evening sun began to cast its golden hues across the room, Joanna stood before the mirror, wrestling with a decision that might seem trivial to some but held significant weight in her mind: should she leave her long, flowing hair cascading freely or gather it into an elegant knot? Dressed in attire befitting a pre-wedding celebration, her reflection gazed back at her, awaiting the verdict.Meanwhile, Travis, perched comfortably on the edge of the bed, leaned over to fasten his shoes, a picture of composure amidst the preparations. Joanna, with her thoughts lingering on the upcoming event, chose this moment to voice a question that had been swirling in her mind like an unceasing whirlwind.“This gathering, or whatever we’d like to call it,” she began, her tone contemplative, “seems to be more of a casual get-together, don’t you think? I can’t help but wonder, considering the guest list will likely include all your college friends, will I truly feel welcomed in such a setting?”T