Harvey stood in front of the mirror in his office, adjusting his tie as he prepared for an important meeting that afternoon. His mind was already occupied with the points he needed to discuss with the board, strategizing the next measures to solidify the company’s power in the market and also speak about some of the morals in the company. With Harvey, he wanted everything to be perfect.He had always prided himself on his carefulness, his ability to foresee problems before they occurred. Today was supposed to be just another day of him being on top of things, leading Stephenson Group with the confidence and precision that had become his trademark. But just as he was about to grab his briefcase and head out, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Harvey hesitated for a moment, considering letting it go to voicemail, but something urged him to pick up. "Hello, Harvey Stephenson speaking," he answered, his voice was crisp and businesslike. "Mr. Stephenson, this is Eric from First N

Harvey was still seated in his office, still thinking about what was going on and the individual who could’ve pulled this off without a trace.The whole thing really crushed his trust. And he was beginning to suspect everyone. Just a few weeks ago, they had wiped old records and kept the slate clean. So, hearing this really provoked something within him.He knew he needed to act smartly and carefully to identify the thief and understand their reasons, it wasn't like he was not paying every staff well. They all are earning well and according to their level and qualifications.One wrong move, and he could send the entire company into chaos. Harvey decided that he needed to take matters into his own hands. Trusting anyone else with the investigation seemed too risky, especially when it was clear that the thief was someone within the company. He would need to question his staff personally, but he had to be careful. Direct accusations could backfire and might lead to fear and paranoia amon

Harvey sat behind his massive expensive desk, drumming rhythmically with his fingers on the polished surface. The morning sun screened through the blinds, shining brightly across the room. However, Harvey was also not enjoying the morning sun; his mind was occupied with a lot of thoughts.Ever since the bank had notified him about the huge deductions from one of his company’s accounts, he had been on edge, determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. He picked up the phone and dialed it quickly. The line rang only once before it was picked up on the other end. "Dante Smith speaking.""Dante, it’s your boss," he said without wasting time. His voice was tense and urgent. "I need your help with something critical. There’s been a series of suspicious withdrawals from one of our accounts—large sums of money, gone without a trace. I need you to work with Professor Jason and find out who’s behind this." There was a brief silence on the other end before Dante responded, his tone was carefu

Harvey was still lost in thought, The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fit together, but the picture they formed was one he couldn’t quite believe. The more he thought about what Danta had done, the more a nagging doubt crept into his mind. He couldn’t understand why Danta could do such a thing to him, someone he trusted.That morning, he had asked his private investigator, Marcus Lang, to look into Dante Smith’s background. He wanted to know more about him. It wasn’t the first time Harvey had employed Marcus’s services, but this time it was the first he was invading the privacy of someone he trusted.This will also help him to know if he did it on his own or if someone pushed him into doing it. He wanted to be very much before acting. He truly felt betrayed. The thought was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had to get to the truth and the clear picture, no matter how painful it might be.The phone on his desk buzzed, pulling Harvey out of his thoughts. He picked it up, ex

Stephenson had survived the betrayal even though it really shook him to the point where he found himself not trusting anyone again.Harvey was not the type of man to dwell on the past. The moment the dust settled, he threw himself back into the work of building and expanding the Stephenson Company with new rules and direction.Day by day, Harvey immersed himself in meetings with department heads, studying all the progress reports, and supervising the new projects. To avoid mistakes and the repetition of the embezzlement that happened before.The growth and success of the company was his priority.One evening, Harvey attended a high-profile business event in downtown Manhattan. It was one of those elite gatherings where the city’s most influential businessmen and women mingled and discussed future opportunities. Harvey moved through the crowd, engaging in polite conversation, but then, his mind was always working, always considering how each connection could benefit his company.It wa