Ivy entered Dexter's office, her expression tense with urgency. She quickly scanned the room, her eyes locking onto James and Richard engaged in a serious discussion."Dexter, I've just received an update from my friends at NIS concerning Richmond Machines," Ivy announced, her voice filled with concern. "It's really true. There was a clash between Richmond Machines and Crane Machines over the F-X plan project. And now, the NIS is coming in to seize some papers."Dexter furrowed his brow, absorbing the gravity of Ivy's words. "This is worse than I thought," he muttered, his mind already racing with potential implications. "We need to act quickly."Richard, nodded in agreement. "We should inform the staff to cooperate with the NIS and provide any assistance necessary," he suggested, his tone reflecting the seriousness of the situation.Dexter nodded decisively. "Yes, Richard. Please make sure that all our employees are aware of the situation and und

As the executives sat in stunned silence, Dexter's face hardened with resolve. "I will not stand for this betrayal of trust and corruption within our company," he declared, his voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "I am calling the police to investigate this matter immediately."The executives exchanged nervous glances, realizing the severity of the situation. Frank, pale-faced and visibly distressed, stammered, "Dexter, please, let's handle this internally. We can find a way to rectify the situation without involving law enforcement."Dexter shook his head, his jaw set in determination. "No, and you will not speak till I'm done. This goes beyond what we can handle internally. The police need to be informed, and I will not rest until every last detail of these dirty deals is brought to light."As Dexter made the call to the police, the tension in the room became almost palpable. The executives shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their expressions

James arrived at the home of the pilot and his wife, He knocked on the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. The pilot answered, a look of confusion on his face as he greeted James."Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson," James said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I'm here to discuss something very important with you."The couple exchanged a wary glance but invited James inside, leading him to a small, dimly lit room in the back of the house. James noticed the nervous tension in the air as they sat down, and he couldn't help but relish the power he held over them."Let's get straight to the point," James began, fixing them with a steely gaze. "I know about the airplane crash all those years ago, and I know that you were involved. I have evidence that could ruin your lives if it were to be made public."The couple paled, their eyes widening in fear. Mrs. Thompson reached for her husband's hand, her voice trembling as she spoke. "We've moved on from that, Mr. Richmond. Please,

Dexter arrived at the NIS building just minutes after James had left. He made his way down the familiar corridors to the director's office, a sense of anticipation building within him. As he entered, he greeted the director with a warm smile, but the response he received was a cold one. Brushing it aside, Dexter took a seat and waited for the director's investigation to begin."Good afternoon, Director," Dexter said, trying to break the tension in the room.The director looked up from his desk, his expression unreadable. "Dexter," he replied curtly.Dexter shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the weight of the director's gaze. He knew that this investigation was not going to be an easy one. The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the sound of papers shuffling on the director's desk.Finally, the director spoke, his voice as cold as ice. "I trust you understand the seriousness of the situation, Dexter."Dexter nodded, trying to maintain his composure. "Yes, director.

As Dexter made his way through the bustling office, he couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere that seemed to hang in the air. His employees, usually chatty and lively, now cast furtive glances in his direction, their expressions a mix of concern and unease. It was as if a heavy cloud had settled over the workplace, and Dexter couldn't shake off the feeling that it was somehow connected to the earlier protest."Good morning, Mr. Dexter," one of his employees greeted him with a forced smile as he passed by. Dexter nodded in response, but the strained politeness in the employee's voice did not go unnoticed.As he reached his office, Dexter's mind was still reeling from the encounter with the protester. He sank into his chair, feeling the weight of the day's events settling heavily on his shoulders. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts."Come in," Dexter called out, straightening up in his seat.Sarah, his trusted producer, stepped into the room, her expression f