Amaya stood motionless, her eyes widening as Clinton's face turned a beet red with rage. By now, everyone in the room was on edge, trying to piece together this strange and unexpected turn of events, and the tension had reached a boiling point. Clinton's voice echoed again, this time with a loud, disbelieving tone. "Security! Get him out of here right now!" Clinton barked, pointing his finger at Rowland.The security officers entered the room right away. They were tall, dark-suited men who moved purposefully. They appeared prepared to drag Rowland out without hesitation. "You heard the Vice President; now move it!" The Chief Security guard stated.By contrast, Rowland maintained his composure and had an unflappable expression. He continued to stare at Clinton, but he felt a stab in his chest. He had not expected such blatant disrespect, especially from someone like Clinton. Just as a guard was about to take him by the arm, a sharp voice broke through the confusion."Stop there imme

Clinton stormed out of the hall, his rage barely contained as his footsteps echoed angrily down the grand corridor of the company's headquarters. Amaya followed him, her thoughts racing as she attempted to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. How is it possible for this to occur? Rowland, the once-insignificant employee, had risen to power overnight, and Khalid, Clinton's father's most trusted aide, had publicly supported him. It felt like the ground beneath their feet had shifted, leaving them disoriented and helpless."Clinton, slow down," Amaya said, her voice tinged with urgency. "We cannot simply walk away from this. There must be something we can do."Clinton, still enraged, paused and turned to face her. His eyes burned with rage, and his jaw tightened. "Amaya, what are you expecting me to do? I was humiliated in front of everyone by that bastard Rowland. And Khalid supported him—Khalid, of all people. Are you aware of what that means? My own father's right-hand man pref

Amaya became sarcastic as soon as her surprise faded. Her eyes glowed with incredulity, and then she laughed sharply, grabbing the attention of people around her. "Oh, this is rich," she sneered, glancing at Clinton before returning her attention to Rowland. “Twice the amount? Are you trying to look foolish in front of all these people, Rowland? You cannot possibly afford such an outrageous bid, you and I know that."The people around them murmured, some exchanging skeptical looks. Rowland's bold proposal had startled them, but Amaya's remarks appeared to hit home with the assembly, as several heads nodded in agreement.Amaya got up from her chair, her dress glistening in the lights, and she walked up to the auctioneer, her tone brimming with conceit. "Something has to be wrong. Surely, you do not expect us to believe that he"—she pointed dismissively at Rowland—"can actually pay for this ring. Why not ask him how he intends to pay?”Clinton stood up and chuckled darkly. "Amaya is c