Dean entered Archer's office, holding a stack of papers. "Archer, I've got these documents for you to sign. It's urgent," he said, placing the papers on Archer's desk.Archer glanced up from his work, nodded, and took the papers. "Thanks. Give me a moment to go through them," he replied, flipping through the pages. Dean patiently waited, observing Archer's focused expression.Archer delved into the contents, he didn't trust Dean and made sure to read every bit of paper he brought to his desk. His phone suddenly rang. He raised a finger to Dean, signaling for a moment. "Excuse me," Archer said, reaching for his phone.Dean nodded, watching as Archer answered the call. "Hello?" Archer greeted.On the other end, Sylvester's voice came through. "Archer, are we still on for today? I've been waiting for your text."Archer leaned back in his chair, momentarily halting his examination of the documents. "Yes, Sylvester, we're still on. I'm just finishing up some work here, and then I'll he

Madison was still in shock when Ferguson sauntered into the room with a smirk on his face. He needed to gloat and that can only be done face to face.He needed them to see that they made a mistake in firing him.Everybody turned to him, their expressions filled with annoyance. His wide grin was confident as he scanned the room, expecting applause for whatever feat he believed he had accomplished."Hey everyone! Were you waiting for me?" Ferguson asked, spreading his arms theatrically. "Sorry for being fashionably late, but you know how it is."The warm welcome he anticipated was not what he received. Dickson, standing closest to him, reacted with an unexpected punch straight to Ferguson's jaw. The force of the blow caught Ferguson off guard, and he stumbled backward, wincing as he rubbed his ribs."What the heck, Dickson? I know you are excited to see me," Ferguson said, trying to mask his discomfort with a forced laugh. "You didn't have to hit me so hard."Dickson was far from amus

Archer wasn't happy with the outcome of the meeting. He thought Maxfield gave Dean a soft punishment.Giving him forty-eight hours to come up with a reason? That was just giving him ammunition.He hated that it had come to this. He wanted to stop it before it became too late.Dean slid closer to Archer, “You are surprised? I would win Archer and very soon, you would be begging me to let you keep your job.”“That’s quite a presumption. I am happy you are confident in your nonsense but I have a few tricks up my sleeves.” Archer told him.Dean narrowed his eyes, “It won't matter. You won’t be using any of it as far as I am concerned. I have let this linger for too long.”Archer shrugged, “Then why are you telling me about it?”“Just thought I should let you know that you can start writing letters of appeal for your job.”Dean smirked before leaving the office, getting the evidence was a piece of cake. After all, he had come across a piece of information that was important to this missio

Archer stewed in his chair as soon as Dean entered. Dean cleared his throat, directing the attention to himself.“Good morning lady and gentlemen.” he greeted.“Do you have it?” Maxfield asked.Dean nodded. He met Archer’s eyes but Archer smiled and gave him a nod. That threw Dean off his game.After the confrontation, he thought he had the upper hand but seeing Archer so relaxed had him second-guessing.“Yes I do,” Dean answered as he dug into his bag and brought out the piece of paper.He placed it on the table and Maxfield took it and read it. He hummed but didn't say anything after that.The paper was passed around from one board member to another.Maxfield exchanged a glance with Archer, Archer's subtle nod conveyed a message to tell him that he had everything under control.Dean's name echoed through the room as the board contemplated appointing him as the interim CEO. Maxfield's brow furrowed, and he exchanged a glance with Madison, Maxfield cleared his throat."Excuse me,"

The boardroom buzzed with anticipation as the next meeting commenced. The air was thick with tension, and all eyes were on Dean as the order of the day loomed overhead, the proposal to make him the next chairman. Maxfield, however, wasted no time in voicing his disapproval."I object to making Dean the chairman," Maxfield declared, his voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. "People are not okay with it, and it could lead to a decrease in stocks."Dean glanced around the room, sensing the uproar that Maxfield's words had stirred. Murmurs of concern and disagreement began to ripple through the gathered members. Maxfield, undeterred, raised his hand, demanding attention."Quiet down," he ordered, his tone hard. "I'm still in charge here. It seems some of you have forgotten who I am."A hushed silence fell over the room as Maxfield continued, his gaze sweeping over the board members. The weight of his authority hung in the air.Maxfield knew they recognized when he meant b