With his back turned on the door, Alaric had a glass of coffee to his lips as he looked at the landscape of the bustling city from his window. Ever since he became a part of the company, he had always made it a point of duty to be present at the company every single day. It wasn't as if he had something to handle, all he wanted was to keep Liam on his toes, find something to pin him with and then eventually kick him out of the office. Smacking his lips, he tilted his head to the side and let out a low groan as frustration washed through him. He had been sorting ways on how to dismiss Liam but he was flawless and if he presented the issue to the board of directors, they weren't going to accept without concrete evidence. Now biting his lower lips, his gaze still at the window, he began to comb through his hair. “What am I going to do now? Time is running and I can't allow him to remain here while I plot ways to overthrow the chairwoman. Unlike others, he is smart and not even the

Giovanni, wondering what the issue was this time around, kept staring at him with his hands folded in front of him. When Alaric wouldn't move after a long time he walked up to him, “Sir, is anything the matter?” He asked and at once Alaric grabbed the cuff of his shirt. “The police are here.” He muttered, anger mixed with frustration surging through him. Suddenly, he rose and then dashed towards the exit, Giovanni running after him. He tried opening the elevator but it wouldn't give way and with anger rippling through him, he stormed towards the stairs. “Sir, the elevator is open.” Giovanni said. In anger, he had pressed the wrong button. After leaving Alaric's office earlier, Liam had returned to his, only to head to the cafeteria as soon as he arrived. With Naya’s help, he was able to get through to Sandra who immediately contacts the police, sending them to the company to arrest her. An unsuspecting Lily who was all giddy, stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor. Sh

The following morning, Nathan was busy having his breakfast with the other inmates when the warden came to inform him of his visitor. “My sister?” He asked, chewing his food gently. Almost everyone knew Naya as his sister since she was always visiting the prison. “No sir.”“Sam?” “No sir.” “Then who could that be?” He muttered, popping a grape into his mouth. After what seemed like forever, he rose, trailing after the warden who led him to his special cell which was more like a room and was richly furnished. To make him comfortable while serving his term, Granny Elena had ensured he got whatever he requested and this was one of the few things he had asked for. Immediately his eyes fell on Alaric who was staring out of the window with his hands behind him, he scoffed. “What are you doing here?” He asked to announce his presence. “I came to see my friend.” Alaric smiled and with his hands tucked in his pockets, he walked up to him. “I'm sorry for not meeting with you much earli

Relieved by the news, Alaric flopped on the couch after pouring himself a glass of liquor and with his legs crossed, he took an occasional sip from it. “That punk thinks he is smart.” He laughed, taking another long sip from his glass. About five minutes later, Giovanni walked up to him, holding a flashdrive, “Sir, it was retrieved from Liam when he was trying to bury it.” “So petty of him.” He chuckled, pushing the device into his laptop. After confirming it's content, he placed it on the floor and then smashed it into pieces with the sole of his shoes. When he was done, he arranged his rumpled clothes and then picked up his phone. “Set up a meeting with Tristan by noon.” He said and Giovanni nodded at once. Tristian Floyd, was the head of the state prosecution services. Even though he had gotten what he needed, Alaric had decided to deal with Liam and so he wanted to employ the service of the prosecution. Now seated behind the table in the restaurant Giovanni had chosen, Ala

The atmosphere in the office was charged as everyone kept walking hastily like someone was on their tail. This went on for about thirty minutes, staff whispering to themselves and pointing at just one direction and that was Liam's office. “I still can't believe Liam would do something of this sort.” Myles said, folding his hands across his chest. “He has the interest of the company at heart and I doubt if he will…” Cornel was still speaking when Myles hushed him. “Indeed… if you haven't been told before, I will say this to you.” He paused. “You should learn how to review your words in your head before spewing thrash. Just in case you don't know, it's sickening.” He rolled his eyes and then stormed off. “What's up with him?” Ross asked. “Acting like a pregnant woman.” Cornel huffed, tugging his hair. All the while they were talking, Xavier was reviewing what he had heard in his head as he patted his desk with the butt of his pen. The rumors didn't sit well with him and deep dow