The Majestic Skies building towered over the city, a steel and glass monolith that gleamed under the midday sun. Inside, the usually bustling headquarters hummed with controlled chaos. Ethan had made sure that, despite his ongoing court case, the company appeared to be running smoothly. But deep beneath the polished veneer, a carefully orchestrated trap was unfolding. In the surveillance room, Paul sat at a dimly lit desk, multiple monitors casting shadows across his sharp features. His task was simple yet critical: track every move of Mark Dave, the man conspiring to dismantle Ethan’s empire. “He’s here,” Paul muttered into his earpiece as he watched the cameras. ---Mark Dave strode through the front doors of the Majestic Skies building, his steps purposeful and his expression a mask of confidence. His tailored suit and polished shoes spoke of wealth and power, but his narrowed eyes betrayed his ruthless ambition. He scanned the lobby briefly, as if expecting prying eyes,

The air in Sebastian's expansive mansion was one of quiet luxury, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a serene lake. The evening sun cast a golden hue across the polished marble floors, reflecting off the modern, minimalist decor. Sebastian lounged on a plush leather couch in the center of his living room, the epitome of calm amidst the chaos swirling in the world outside. A large OLED screen mounted on the wall played a split-screen broadcast. On one side, the ongoing fallout of Jason Mason’s corporate misstep dominated the headlines, with reporters dissecting every detail of the scandal. On the other side, Ethan Anderson’s court case was being analyzed by a panel of experts, each offering their speculations on the case's outcome. Sebastian, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and tailored slacks, leaned back, one hand lazily swirling a glass of bourbon. His sharp, calculated eyes absorbed the spectacle with detached amusement. “Ethan Anderson fighting for his reputation,”

The warm morning light streamed through the glass walls of Ethan’s office at Majestic Skies Building. Ethan leaned back in his leather chair, watching the television mounted on the wall. The news anchor’s voice carried a sharp, critical tone as clips of Jason’s spiraling corporate backlash dominated the screen.*“The fallout from Jason’s latest scandal has left his company on the brink of collapse. Accusations of tampering with sensitive international government assets have not only drawn public ire but have also triggered investigations that could lead to lawsuits…”*Ethan’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. His plan had gone exactly as intended, and Jason was now facing the consequences. He picked up the landline on his desk and pressed a button. “Send Mr. Mark Dave to my office. Immediately.” ---A few minutes later, the office door opened, and Mark Dave walked in. His face was a mask of professionalism, though the faint sheen of sweat on his brow betrayed his nervousness.

The courtroom was a mix of tension and silence, the kind that gnawed at nerves and left everyone holding their breath. It had been two grueling weeks of arguments, cross-examinations, and endless paperwork. And now, this was it—the final day.Ethan Anderson sat at the defense table, his tailored suit immaculate, but the faint lines of exhaustion on his face betrayed the toll the trial had taken. Beside him was Garretson, his sharp-eyed lawyer, flipping through a well-worn leather briefcase filled with documents. They spoke in hushed tones, Ethan’s jaw set as Garretson murmured strategies and assurances.Across the room, the prosecutor, Mrs. Caldwell, exuded an aura of relentless determination. Her neatly styled hair and steely expression screamed confidence. She sat poised with her legal team, her eyes darting between her notes and the defense table.Paul and Sandra occupied seats at the back of the courtroom, their presence a show of solidarity. Paul’s fists were clenched on his

The grand hall of the Tree Symbol House was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fireplace, but the heat from the flames was nothing compared to the tension simmering in the room. Sebastian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his sharp features etched with anticipation. Around him, the inner circle of the Tree Symbol House sat silently, their faces illuminated by the massive flat-screen television mounted on the wall. Kiara, Sebastian’s second-in-command, leaned back in her chair, her sharp, calculating eyes fixed on the news broadcast. Jackson, the most aggressive of the enforcers, stood near the window, arms crossed, his reflection distorted against the glass as he waited for orders like a loaded weapon. The rest of the members sat quietly, their unease palpable in the dimly lit room.The anchor on the television wore a neutral expression, but her words carried the weight of a bombshell. “Breaking news tonight: The court has found Ethan Anderson innocent of all cha