In the soft morning light that filtered through the bedroom curtains, Mark stood before the mirror, meticulously knotting his tie. This was the second last step in his routine of getting ready for the day, before stepping out of the house. Meanwhile, Cassie leaned against the bedroom doorway with two mugs of coffee in her hand, and a subtle smile playing on her lips. She knew that Mark had already noticed her presence, but she wanted to stay there for a few more moments, to properly admire the way the warm morning sunlight highlighted Mark's features. She couldn't help but wonder, what she had done to have met him in her life, and have him as her husband. She finally decided to step in and announce her presence, "Need some help with that?" Cassie asked, her voice a gentle melody that blended with the quiet hum of the morning.Mark met her gaze in the mirror, a flicker of warmth in his eyes. "Always, my Lady! I want everything to be perfect, as I want to make a good impression."

Sylvia had been frozen for a moment after hearing Andrew's voice, but on the other hand, Robert quickly concealed the transaction, a smooth smile on his face. "Andrew, my boy! Of course, join us! We were just discussing some exciting upcoming projects."As Andrew settled into the conversation, more drinks were brought to the table and the exchange continued, masked beneath layers of corporate small talk. However, the air held a subtle tension – a silent understanding that many dark secrets were lurking beneath the superficial friendship. Sylvia, glancing at Robert with a careful nod, subtly redirected the conversation toward more innocuous topics. "Andrew, have you seen the latest production plans? Robert and I, we were just talking about how we can achieve a more seamless collaboration between marketing and production so that our resources can be put to the best use."Andrew, eager to contribute, leaned in. "That's fantastic. Grandmother always emphasizes the importance of synerg

Violet sank into the plush chair in her room, her fingers tracing the edges of the mysterious envelope that held the reality of Cassie's life, which probably, she was also unaware of.The gentle shades of the dressing room lights created a pleasant ambience, highlighting the gravity of the revelations within her grasp. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey that she had to take ahead.Clutched tightly in her hands were the damning pieces of evidence— the photographs, documents, and a letter— that hinted at a truth she was reluctant to accept, even after she had gone through all of them thrice.The weight of the unknown bore down on her shoulders, and the soft glow of the lights played on her face, casting shadows that mirrored the conflict within her heart.As Violet contemplated the next steps, the door creaked open, and her co- star George entered, his eyes immediately drawn to Violet's troubled expression. "Violet, what's going on? You look like you've seen a gh

"Miss Cynthia, please have a seat."After offering a seat to Cynthia, Mark turned to his personal assistant, who had also accompanied them. He ordered in a soft note;"Ask for my usual coffee and something nice for dessert, along with whatever Miss Cynthia wants to eat. After that, I want complete privacy here. Got it?"Cynthia was on cloud nine, no matter how hard she was trying to believe that she was sitting in front of the CEO of the company she works for and he himself was ordering coffee and dessert for her.This scene has forced her to leave reality and walk into the fiction that her head was currently waving for her.But the voice from the waiter pulled her out as they placed an extremely expensive menu in front of her, from which half of the dishes she had never even heard of.She pointed out the most familiar and turned her attention towards Mark and for the purpose they were here for.Because if she is able to save her neck from going to jail in the case of fraud she has ne

In the dimly lit confines of Robert's office, where shadows whispered conspiracies and ambitions held under- the- table meetings, Sylvia leaned in with an air of calculated curiosity. The scent of betrayal for their own colleague lingered in the air, as they debated and refined the intricate details of their plan.They knew very clearly that if they wanted to save their neck, they would have to drag somebody else's neck under the guillotine and they had the good look of finding two at once! Now, there was just one complication- Sylvia was not sure how Robert was going to achieve success in this plan.After her heart had been submerged through and through in the flood of uncertainty of the plan, she finally asked. "I understand that we have found someone to put the blame on, but Robert… don't you think we don't have much time for it?"Robert mused, his voice a low murmur that resonated within deceit and trickery. "Executing this plan demands precision and subtlety. So don't worry a