Franklin sat at his desk, his office quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. A thick file lay open in front of him, its pages filled with notes and reports Ashley had compiled over the past few days. His fingers rested against the polished wood of the desk as he read through the latest updates, trying to make sense of the secrets and lies that seemed to be choking Miles Empire.He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The reports detailed irregular activities in the company—documents signed under false names, strange emails sent to board members, and accounts that didn’t add up. The same scandal he had suspected from the very beginning. Ashley had done an incredible job gathering the pieces, but they still didn’t form a complete picture.The sound of footsteps outside the door made him look up. A moment later, Deborah walked in, holding her own folder of papers. She looked exhausted but determined, her sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on him.“Any lu

Jake was in the living room, tossing cushions off the couch and rifling through the drawers in the coffee table. His mom had asked him to pick up groceries, and he needed some cash. He knew there was always spare money hidden somewhere, and he wasn’t going to give up until he found it.“Where is it?” Jake muttered to himself, shoving some loose papers aside.He moved to the side cabinet near the TV, opening the drawers one by one. As he searched, his hand brushed against something small and hard. It was a flash drive. Curious, he held it up and squinted at it.“What’s this?” he said aloud, his brow furrowed.Jake grabbed his laptop from the dining table and plugged the drive in. It didn’t take long before a folder popped up. Inside were two files: a video and an audio recording. His curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked on the video.At first, the screen was shaky, but then it steadied. It showed Daisy, sitting on her bed, holding her phone at an angle that looked precise, l

Mrs. Bernard sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, a deep frown on her face. She had been waiting for Daisy in the living room ever since Jake had stormed out of the house. Daisy finally walked in, her face pale. She knew what was coming.Mrs. Bernard turned her sharp gaze to her daughter. “Daisy, sit down,” she said firmly.Daisy dropped her phone on the table and shuffled to the chair opposite her mother. “What’s wrong, Mom?” she asked, trying to sound calm.“You know very well what’s wrong,” Mrs. Bernard snapped, her tone cold. “How could you let Jake find out about the plan? Do you realize what kind of danger this puts us in?”Daisy looked away, fiddling with her fingers. “I didn’t let him find out on purpose. He was snooping around, looking for money or something, and he just… found it.”Mrs. Bernard’s jaw tightened, her fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest of the couch. “And you didn’t think to hide those recordings better? You’ve been carele

Daisy stood outside Oliver’s small house, her heart was pounding in her chest. She had been here many times before, but tonight felt different. The stress of her thoughts felt heavier than ever, and her hands shook as she raised them to knock on the door. But before her knuckles touched the wood, the door swung open.“Daisy?” Oliver’s voice was soft, crammed with surprise. He wore a simple shirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy, like he had been relaxing. But when he saw her face, his expression changed. “What’s wrong?”Daisy blinked up at him, her lips fluttering. “Can I come in?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.“Of course,” Oliver said quickly, stepping aside to let her in.She walked into the cozy living room, her eyes darting around as if looking for a place to hide. Oliver shut the door behind her and followed, watching her every move.“Daisy,” he said again, his voice firmer now. “What’s going on? You’re scaring me.”She turned to face him, her eyes shiny wit

Bill Ford stood in front of the full-length mirror in his spacious walk-in closet, adjusting the collar of his tailored gray suit. He tugged at the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, ensuring they peeked just the right amount beneath his jacket. The soft leather shoes he wore made no sound as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.The early evening light entered through the tall windows of his penthouse, radiating a faint glow on the polished hardwood floors. Bill straightened his tie and leaned closer to the mirror, studying his reflection with a small smirk. Tonight was important. Every detail mattered.A knock at the door broke the silence. “Sir, your guests are beginning to arrive,” one of his guards announced from the other side of the door.Bill glanced at his watch. “Good,” he said. “Escort them to the meeting room and make sure no one comes up here without my permission.”“Understood, sir,” the guard replied.Bill gave himself one last look, running a hand through hi