The next days after the incident was a rumble for the royalties, the grandest thing was to happen in the whole of America, and that was to involve the gathering of wealthy and most influential men around the world, to Kendrick, it was just a moment to create more acquaintances. He sat over his office desk when his phone blared. He reluctantly picked and inspected the screen, “Methot, I wonder what he is calling for at this time of the day.” Kendrick mumbled as he had just entered the office and it was barely time to attend to calls, he swiped his hands on the phone’s screen and Methot’s voice came alive. “Hey bro, I am almost tired of telling you that the event is just by the corner, when do you intend to stop by and sign the documents like we had agreed you should do?” Kendrick leaned to his chair, he was equally fed up of beating around the bush, he needed to openly tell him what he had in mind. Confidently he cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t think of that as a good idea anymore

Kendrick’s office had grown colder as the evening wore on. The blinds were drawn, the soft hum of the city below barely audible through the thick glass. A single desk lamp that showed across the walls, making the room feel almost too quiet. The weight of the afternoon’s conversation with the private investigator had pressed down on him all day, each piece of evidence a little more damning than the last. And yet, no matter how hard he tried to shake it, the truth had been clear, something was very wrong with his engagement to Sophia Powell.Kendrick sat at his desk, hands clenched around a glass of scotch that he hadn’t touched. His mind kept wandering back to the photographs and the documents that the investigator had presented.Sophia’s involvement in money laundering, her association with the Carson crime ring, and the chilling suggestion that Powell was planning something much bigger than a business merger.Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Methot.“We need to t

The private jet touched down on the runway at Filipino Town’s international airport. Kendrick Peterson stared out the window as the vibrant city skyline unfolded before him, a dazzling mix of high-rise buildings and sprawling complexes. He leaned back in his seat, the familiar weight of responsibility pressing on his chest. Today was supposed to be the day, the culmination of years of hard work, a test of his ability to lead and compete in a world dominated by the old guard.As the wheels of the jet skidded to a stop, Kendrick’s mind wandered back to the uncertainty of the previous night. The fact that Xavier had to leave had only amplified his sense of isolation. But even as his guard went home to tend to family, Kendrick knew one thing: he was about to face a pivotal moment that could either solidify his place in the world or unravel everything.The door of the plane opened, and a gust of warm, salty air rushed in. He took a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs. He stepped ou

Kendrick’s pulse quickened as he ended the call with Florence. His mind raced, trying to piece together the chaotic threads that had suddenly tangled around him. The Texas State Crime Audit Department, the T.S.A.D. had sent a memo, ordering his company to shut down for two months. Why? And more importantly, why hadn’t Sophia been there to receive it? The darkened lounge, once a place of quiet reflection, now felt like a cage. His laptop closed with a sharp click, the sudden silence deafening in the otherwise empty space. Kendrick stood up, pacing the floor, every step measured but quick. The night air from the open balcony door brought no comfort. The weight of the situation sat heavy on his shoulders. He wasn’t just fighting for his business anymore; it seemed the very core of his empire was being attacked. His phone vibrated in his hand, breaking the quiet tension. The name on the screen caused his heart to skip, a message from Methot, the man who had always been the glue holdi

Kendrick stood at the front of the grand hall, his gaze sweeping over the polished marble floor and the polished faces of the assembled business elite. His pulse had quickened as the atmosphere shifted, and not in the way he’d hoped. The speakers had finished, the applause had died down, and now it was time for the moment that would determine the future of every mogul in the room: the award ceremony. The accolades and applause, the media coverage, everything had hinged on this. But today, there was a new weight pressing on Kendrick’s shoulders.The auditing team had moved in quickly after the initial speeches, their presence sudden, their demeanor stark. The list of eligible awardees had been released, and Kendrick’s name had been prominently featured. But there was a dark cloud hanging over him.As he glanced at the stage, his stomach sank when he saw the lead auditor, a tall, stern man with a sharp jaw and thin glasses, standing in front of a large digital screen that displayed the