Leaving Rowland's office in a furious manner, Amaya's heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she strode out. It was quite bold of him to stand there acting as though she owed him anything, suggesting that her offer was not the only way out of the catastrophe he was about to face. Though annoyance and indignation were visible on her face, fear was pulling at her underneath. Everything was going to be ruined by Rowland's disobedience.Her rage had turned into resolve by the time she arrived at Clinton's office. Clinton, who had been absorbed in thought behind his desk, was taken aback when she abruptly opened the door without knocking. He knew something had not gone according to plan the moment he saw the expression on her face."He would not listen," Amaya said, pacing in front of his desk. "I have tried everything. He is too stubborn, Clinton. He refuses to step down. He believes he can outlast us and that he is untouchable.”Clinton's expression darkened, and his eyes narrowed

Amaya's heart was pounding as she led Lily into Clinton's office. There was a lot of tension in the air; Clinton paced behind his desk, his eyes narrowing as they fell on Lily, who shifted under his examining stare. Amaya leaned toward Lily and spoke in a low, inquisitive voice as she gently closed the door behind them to protect their privacy."Are you absolutely certain you did everything I asked?" Amaya's voice was soothing, but it had a dangerous edge to it.Lily nodded, but a slight crease appeared on her brow. "Yes, Ma. I followed your instructions and put the tablet in his drink. He drank it right afterwards."Clinton paused his pacing and gave Amaya a puzzled expression. "So, how would you explain what we just witnessed? Rowland did not just do well; he was brilliant!"Amaya clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to comprehend what had gone wrong. She returned her attention to Lily, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Lily, are you

There was a sense of urgency in Dr. Lee's office as he checked James's vitals, his face displaying concern as he took in James's irregular pulse and shallow breathing. Methodically, his gloved hands moved over James, keeping an eye on every sign for clues.He watched in silence for a few more moments, then turned to Fatima, Amaya, and Clinton, who had gathered around, nervous and anticipatory."From all the symptoms, it appears that James has been drugged," Dr. Lee said calmly but cautiously. "However, we can not say exactly how this happened or what substance was used without more testing."Clinton's brow furrowed in mock surprise and concern. "Drugged? That is quite shocking, Doctor. Do you have any idea how something like this could have happened?Amaya agreed with a nod, her face carefully arranged in disbelief. "Yes, Doctor, we are all just as concerned as you. It truly baffles me."Dr. Lee sighed and returned his gaze to James. "I have some suspicions, but I would rather not spe

The Jones company was buzzing with activity, and the Joneses were even busier. They met in their private office that morning, the weight of their desperation weighing down on them like a suffocating fog. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but no one noticed. Their sole objective was to halt Rowland's progress.Mrs. Jones tapped her manicured nails against the polished mahogany desk, her lips pursed in concentration. "If we are going to stop Rowland, we need someone from within—someone desperate enough to do exactly what we need, without hesitation."Mr. Jones leaned back in his chair, his face strained with exhaustion. "And who specifically do you have in mind?"Mrs. Jones smiled slyly, her eyes as sharp as daggers. "Shard."Mr. Jones cocked an eyebrow. "Shard? That junior employee in the design department?"Shard, a less experienced worker at the Jones company, is incredibly eager for a promotion. According to the Joneses, he has not been deserving of the

Shard's thoughts were racing as he made his way back to his cramped office. Rowland's office key, a somber reminder of the work ahead, weighed heavily in his pocket. He was in desperate need of the Jones company promotion.Despite the half-empty coffee cups and file stacks all around him, he sank into his shabby chair and gazed blankly at his desk. He was thinking about the magnitude of what he had committed to.He closed his eyes and leaned back, remembering Rowland's daily movements. He made a mental map of Rowland's routine, including his usual arrival time, meetings he attended, and—most importantly—the periods when his office was empty. Rowland frequently left for lunch at the same time as the other employees. That would probably be the ideal opportunity to enter covertly.Shard's determination faltered as he balled his fists. ‘Why me?’ He wondered. The assignment felt more like a trap than an opportunity, despite the Joneses' portrayal to the contrary. He was tempted by the