Phillip sat at his desk, staring blankly at the papers scattered in front of him. His office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant sounds of the city outside. He had spent the last hour trying to focus on work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Jessica. She had been on his mind constantly since their last conversation, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.He had tried calling her earlier, but she hadn’t picked up. It wasn’t like Jessica to ignore his calls, and that only added to his growing unease. He knew she was going through a lot with her father, but she had always been strong, always found a way to handle whatever life threw at her. Yet, this time felt different—there was a distance in her messages, a hesitation that made Phillip worry.Sighing, he pushed the papers aside and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. The Aton Empire was in turmoil, and he was expected to step up and lead, bu

Phillip’s heart raced as he stared at the ominous message on his phone. “Watch your back.” The words seemed to echo in his mind, a stark reminder that the battles he faced extended far beyond the boardroom. With a deep breath, he pocketed his phone, masking the unease that threatened to show on his face. The board members were still filing out of the room, their hushed conversations blending into a low murmur, but Phillip was no longer paying attention to them.He knew he needed to stay focused, to stay sharp. The pressure from the board was expected, but this message was something else. It was a direct threat, a warning that danger was closer than he’d imagined. Phillip glanced around the room one last time, ensuring that no one had noticed his distraction, then made his way to his office. He needed to figure out who sent the message—and fast.As he entered his office, Mark was waiting by the door, his expression as serious as ever. “How did the meeting go, sir?”Phillip waved his ha

Philip’s mind raced as he left the board meeting. Being CEO was more demanding than he had anticipated, but he was determined to prove himself. He needed a moment alone to gather his thoughts, so he headed to the mansion’s garden—a serene oasis that offered respite from the pressures of his new role.As he strolled among the lush greenery and colorful blooms, he couldn’t shake the conversation with Barry from earlier. Clara Lewis, the detective Barry had recommended, seemed like the key to uncovering the truth about his parents’ deaths and the shooting of his foster mother. He needed answers, closure—something to put his mind at ease.Lost in thought, Philip didn’t notice Clara approaching until she spoke. “Philip, right?”He turned to see her standing there, a determined look in her eyes. “Yes, Clara. Barry told me about you.”She nodded. “He mentioned you might need my help.”Philip hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “There are things I need to understand—about my past, about wha

Philip's heart raced as he answered the phone. Clara’s voice was calm, but he could sense the urgency behind her words. "Philip, I found something. We need to meet.""Where?" Philip asked, already grabbing his coat."There's a café on 5th Avenue. I'll be there in twenty minutes."Philip agreed and hung up, his mind spinning with possibilities. He rushed out of the mansion, telling Barry he had an important meeting. Barry nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.The drive to the café seemed to take forever, but finally, Philip arrived. Clara was already there, seated at a corner table. She looked up as he approached, her expression serious."Thank you for meeting me," Clara said as Philip sat down. "I found some information about your parents’ accident."Philip leaned forward, eager to hear what she had discovered. "What did you find?"Clara took a deep breath. "I spoke to a few people who were around at the time. There were rumors that the accident wasn’t an accident at all

Philip's hands shook slightly as he read Clara's text again. He quickly dialed her number, and she answered almost immediately."Clara, what is it?" Philip asked, trying to keep his voice steady."Meet me at the old warehouse near the docks. It’s secluded and secure. We can’t talk over the phone," Clara replied, her tone urgent.Philip agreed and hung up, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He told Barry he had another meeting to attend and left the mansion, his mind racing with possibilities. Who was Victor Greene, and how deep did his influence run?The drive to the warehouse was tense. The city's neon lights flickered outside the car window, casting eerie shadows. When he arrived, Clara was already there, waiting by the entrance. Her face was a mask of concern."Philip, this is bigger than we thought," Clara said, leading him inside.They walked through the dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with dust and the faint smell of rust. Clara handed Philip a folder f