Michael looked more serious, his jaw tight as he stared straight at Clinton. "I'm just ensuring that everything is running smoothly, as any responsible person who has the company at heart would," Michael replied, his voice firm. "But if you have any issues with that, I suggest you take it up with court." Jane observed the exchange with a cool detachment, her mind working quickly to assess the situation. She knew that maintaining a facade of control was crucial, especially in the presence of someone as volatile as Clinton. "Let's not escalate things unnecessarily," she interjected, her voice calm but authoritative. "We're all here to work towards the same goal, after all." But Clinton's temper flared, his face contorting with anger as he turned his attention back to Jane. "You think you can just waltz in here and call the shots? You may have some sway over these peons, but you're not fooling anyone with your charade of authority." Jane's eyes narrowed, a steely resolve flashing in

Gunther became really angry at how Clinton was talking, but he didn't want to argue with him right then. So, Gunther just nodded, but he was really frustrated inside. As Jane made her way to the finance room, she was so mad at herself and what was going on in the company. She refused to be intimidated by Clinton's threats, but she also knew that she needed to tread carefully if she wanted to go through this precarious situation. Jane issued her directive to the Finance secretary, her voice carried an air of authority that brooked no argument. The secretary, a seasoned employee accustomed to Jane's no-nonsense approach, nodded in understanding before scurrying off to carry out her instructions. In Clinton's office, things got more tense as time went on. Gunther was still really mad about being told to sit on the floor like he was less important. He tried hard to stay calm even though Clinton was acting really arrogant. Gunther knew he had to be patient and wait for the right moment t

“I said it, Gunther he's working for someone he wants to go and submit that Record to his boss” Jane said to Gunther. Gunther nodded, showing he agreed, but he also looked worried. "It's obvious he's not doing this all by himself. There's someone else controlling things secretly," he said, sounding frustrated Jane sighed, running a hand through her hair as she contemplated their next move. "We need to figure out who he's working for and what their endgame is," she replied, her mind already racing with possibilities. "But first, we need to ensure that those financial records don't fall into the wrong hands, We need to play along for now, but we also need to gather more information about Clinton's connections and his intentions," she replied, her voice steady despite the frustration evident in her tone. Gunther sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "But how do we do that without tipping our hand? We can't risk alerting whoever is behind this," he pointed out, his bro

Debra nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I will," she promised. "And thank you again, Gunther, for everything – you've been my guardian angel today."Jane and Gunther arrived at Jane's home, Jane had told Gunther to type his CV and print it out, As Gunther sat in front of the computer, his fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating before beginning to type. Each keystroke felt like a betrayal of everything he had ever known – the wealth, the power, the legacy of his father. How could he, the heir to a vast fortune, be reduced to crafting a CV for a man who had schemed his way into control of his family's company?But as he stared at the blank screen, Gunther realized that this was no ordinary task. It was a test of his endurance, his adaptability, and his determination to reclaim what was rightfully his. With a deep breath, he began to type, each word a testament to his strength and his unwavering resolve.Meanwhile, Jane watched from across the room, her gaze

Jane's expression remained composed, but beneath the surface, she bristled at Clinton's insinuation. "Rest assured, my relationship with Mr. Drake is purely professional," she replied coolly. "We've collaborated on several projects in the past, and he values my expertise in the industry."Clinton nodded, though a hint of skepticism was visible in his eyes. He still felt that there was more to Jane's connection with Mr. Drake than she was letting on. Nevertheless, he chose to table his suspicions for the time being, knowing that there were more pressing matters at hand.Finally, the familiar ping of an incoming email broke the silence, and Jane's eyes lit up as she opened the attachment. "Here it is," she announced, her voice tinged with satisfaction as she turned the laptop screen toward Clinton. "The total current balance of the company, as requested."Clinton leaned in to examine the document, his brow furrowing slightly as he scanned the figures. "Hmm, seems to be in order," he rem