"Because, Miles," Nigel said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "together, we can achieve far more than we ever could alone. You have the vision, the drive, and the position. I have the connections, the influence, and the resources. It's a perfect synergy."Miles considered Nigel's words carefully. The offer was tempting, but he knew better than to trust blindly. "And what do you get out of this?""A stronger Dominion City, one where our influence is unchallenged," Nigel replied. "And, of course, a partnership with one of the most promising leaders this city has seen in years."Miles sat back, weighing his options. "Alright, Nigel. Let's say I agree to this partnership. What are the terms?"Nigel's smile returned, warmer this time. "We work together to consolidate power within the consortium. We ensure that our interests are aligned and that we support each other in our endeavors. In return, we share the spoils of our success.""And if I refuse?" Miles asked, his tone challenging.

Miles tiptoed inside the house, gently shutting the door. The wall clock indicated that it was far into the night. Quietly, he entered the kitchen and discovered his wife Lola standing by the counter, drinking a glass of water. "Miles whispered to Lola, hoping not to surprise her." Lola turned around, a tired smile lighting up her face. "Miles, you're finally home."Miles wrapped his arms around her, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I missed you."She snuggled into his chest, sighing. "I missed you too. It's been a long day."Miles pulled back, concern etching his features. "Rough day at work?"Lola nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "You could say that. My boss was relentless, and the workload was insane. I don't even want to think about it."Miles pressed his lips to her temple. "Then don't think about it. How about I make us a nice dinner? You go relax in the living room."Lola chuckled softly. "You? Cooking? This I've got to see."Miles feigned a hurt expression. "H

Miles drove his car through the impressive entrance of the Autumn estate, admiring the luxury that enveloped him. Upon parking in the assigned spot, he observed a luxurious, high-end car pulling in next to him, exuding signs of wealth and privilege. Rachael, Nigel’s niece, emerged with an attitude of pride and contempt. Her friend, equally haughty, followed closely behind.The security guard approached them with a polite nod. "Good evening, Ms. Rachael. Welcome to Mr. Marcus's birthday celebration."Rachael didn't acknowledge the greeting. Instead, she eyed Miles's car with a look of pure disgust. "Who allowed that piece of junk onto the estate?" she snapped, pointing accusatorily at the security guard.The guard shifted uncomfortably. "Mr. Miles is here to celebrate Mr. Marcus's birthday as well, Ms. Rachael."Rachael's eyes narrowed as she turned to scrutinize Miles, who was adjusting his tie and smoothing down his suit jacket. The suit, while not flashy, was neat and respectable.

Within, the magnificent ballroom was truly impressive. Shiny chandeliers dangled from above, illuminating the stylishly attired attendees with a cozy light. Before heading to the bar, Miles paused to admire the beauty of the surroundings. He asked for Scotch without any mixers, his voice calm. The bartender nodded in agreement and swiftly made the drink. Upon taking a sip, Miles sensed a presence next to him. He turned around and saw an older man standing in front of him, his eyes filled with curiosity. "The greeting you got from young Rachael was quite something," the man said with a laugh. Miles smiled wryly. "Yes, well, she certainly has her opinions."The man extended a hand. "I'm Marcus Autumn. And you must be Miles."Miles shook his hand firmly. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Marcus."Marcus waved off the formality. "Please, call me Marcus. And don't let Rachael's behavior get to you. She's... protective of the family image, to put it mildly."Miles nodded. "I understand. I

Lola rushed to his side, her eyes wide with fear. "Miles, please, don't do this. It's too much. We can't afford to lose everything."Miles turned to her, his face calm but determined. "Lola, trust me. I know what I'm doing."Johnathan stepped forward, his voice a mix of concern and authority. "Miles, think about this. You don't have to prove anything. Walk away now, while you still can."Miles shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "I've made my choice, Johnathan. I have to do this."Fiona, with a furious expression on her face, shook as she directed her finger at Miles. "If you happen to lose this money, Miles, I promise you will never live it down." Do you believe you can simply risk losing all that we've built together? Miles locked eyes with her as he spoke, his voice unwavering. I am doing this on behalf of everyone. However, I refuse to be intimidated into giving up. Ethan and his friends shared looks, their faces displaying a mixture of surprise and amusement. Ethan laughed sof