The gentle hum of conversation filled the upscale restaurant, a place where crystal chandeliers hung like jewels, and every corner exuded wealth and prestige. Oliver sat at a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the glittering city skyline. He sipped his coffee calmly, waiting for Elena to return from her call.Moments like these gave Oliver peace, the calm before the noise—until an all-too-familiar voice shattered it.“Well, well, if it isn’t Oliver Roberts.”The mocking tone sent a jolt of annoyance through Oliver’s chest. Slowly, he looked up, his sharp, calculating gaze locking onto a man standing at the edge of his table. It was Gregory Holt, an old "friend" from his rougher days. Gregory was the kind of man who basked in his wealth and privilege, wearing arrogance like a second skin.Gregory smirked, his designer suit perfectly tailored to his lean frame, a Rolex glittering on his wrist as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I had to do a double-take when I sa

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Marcus?"Oliver’s voice boomed across the office, sharp and cutting like a whip. He stood, hands planted firmly on the edge of his desk, his intense gaze locked on the head of finance."I-I swear, Mr. Roberts, I didn’t know!"Marcus stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. He adjusted his tie nervously, his knees trembling under Oliver’s scrutiny."You didn’t know?!"Oliver repeated, his voice rising. He slammed his fist on the desk, making Marcus flinch."You’re the head of finance! It’s your job to know!""I wasn’t informed about these loans, sir. I had no idea David was behind this," Marcus pleaded.Oliver’s eyes narrowed dangerously."David? So you admit that David Hoshier is the one who orchestrated this?"Marcus swallowed hard, glancing away."I-I didn’t mean—""Answer me!" Oliver barked, his patience wearing thin."Yes!"Marcus blurted out, his voice cracking."I found traces of his involvement when I looked into the records this morning

"David, what are you doing here?"Oliver's voice was as sharp as a blade, slicing through the tense air as he stepped into the dimly lit room where David lingered like a cornered rat.David turned abruptly, his face pale but his jaw set."Oliver, I came to talk. We need to clear the air.""Clear the air?" Oliver scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "After everything you’ve done? I’m surprised you even have the nerve to show your face.""Don’t act so high and mighty," David shot back, though his voice wavered. "You think you’re untouchable now because you have money and power. But we both know where you came from."Oliver stepped closer, his piercing gaze fixed on David."Yes, I know where I came from. And I also know where I’m going. Unlike you, David, I didn’t have to sell my integrity to get here."David bristled, his fists clenching at his sides."You think you’re better than me? You’re nothing but a glorified charity case who lucked into Mr. Hoshier’s favor."Oliver’s lips c

The door swung open, and Gerald marched in, his face flushed with anger."Roberts, we need to talk—now."Oliver remained seated, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to Gerald’s agitation."By all means, talk.""You’ve crossed a line," Gerald spat, slamming a folder onto Oliver’s desk. "Do you think I wouldn’t find out about the investigation you’ve started on me?"Oliver’s lips curled into a faint smile."I don’t think so, Gerald. I know. And what you should know is that I don’t take kindly to threats or underhanded schemes.""This is a witch hunt!" Gerald shouted, his voice echoing in the spacious office.Oliver stood, his height and presence suddenly towering over Gerald."No, Gerald, this is accountability. You’ve spent years manipulating people, pulling strings, and lining your pockets at the expense of others. But your games end here."Gerald’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he quickly masked it with indignation."You’re bluffing. You don’t have anything on me."Oliver picke

"Damien, I thought I told you to stay out of my way," Oliver's voice echoed across the quiet meeting room, sharp and unyielding.Damien Cavanaugh, seated across the polished oak table, smirked faintly. "And I thought I told you, Oliver, that business is business. Nothing personal."Oliver leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "When you target my company, you make it personal."Victoria Langford, seated beside Damien, interjected, "Perhaps you're overestimating the situation, Mr. Roberts. We're merely diversifying our portfolio.""By attempting a hostile takeover of Hoshier Corporation?" Oliver scoffed. "Spare me the corporate buzzwords. I know exactly what you’re doing."Damien chuckled. "Then you also know we’re within our rights. The market is fair game."Oliver straightened, his expression cold. "Fair game? You’ve been using illegal tactics—insider trading, bribery, intimidation of smaller shareholders. Shall I continue?"Victoria’s confident facade faltered slightly, but Damien kept