The room was tense as Gini's words hung in the air like an accusation. Mrs. Amaya's face hardened, and her usual air of superiority returned in full force. She took a slow, deliberate step towards Gini, speaking in an icy tone."You will not do such a thing, Gini," Amaya stated, her words sharp and cutting. "You will be sorry if you even consider confessing anything to Rowland. Not only will I ensure that the promise I made to you is no longer valid, but I will also fire you. Do you understand what I am saying? Fired and blacklisted.”The threat remained, but Gini did not flinch. Rather, she squared her shoulders and spoke firmly as she confronted Amaya's glare. "Mrs. Amaya, do you think I am concerned about the promise now? You have thrown me into a situation I did not want to be in. I will be the one behind bars for planting that bag if this blows up, which it will. The idea of my life being destroyed for something I was unaware of is too much for me to handle. Once more, may I ask

Rowland stood silently, his thoughts racing as Fatima's words replayed in his mind. He felt as though Gini's confession was bearing down on him. This had been planned by Amaya, a senior general manager at the Fence Emerald Company. Although the betrayal was anticipated, her boldness unnerved him more. He was about to think about it when his phone buzzed on the desk. The screen displayed a well-known name, Mr. Fence.Rowland sighed before answering the phone. "Dad," he said, his voice full of exhaustion and frustration."Rowland," Mr. Fence's deep, authoritative voice rang throughout the room. "I just heard from Khalid about the police encounter. What in the world happened? Are you alright?""I am fine now," Rowland responded, his tone clipped. "It is a disaster, though. Someone put a bag of drugs in my briefcase. When the cops arrived in my office, I assumed my career was over."Mr. Fence's stern and measured voice returned after a brief silence on the line. "Do you have any idea who

The atmosphere in the conference room was oppressive. Everyone in the room felt a palpable sense of tension. Clara, who had escorted the officers inside, lingered briefly by the door, her curiosity palpable before returning to her post.Officer Bennett sat at the head of the table with his recorder and notepad on the desk in front of him, joined by another officer. He scanned the room with his keen eyes, observing everyone's responses.Amaya appeared composed while sitting beside her husband, Clinton, but her clenched fists showed that she was nervous. She exuded authority due to her well-groomed appearance, which included a navy-blue suit, matching heels, and neatly styled hair. Clinton, on the other hand, sat up straight and smirked slightly, as if to make fun of the whole thing. Rowland, Gini, Fatima, and Khalid were seated on the opposite side of the room, their faces displaying a mix of resolve and restrained rage.After clearing his throat, Officer Bennett started. "Thank you f

"Good morning, Mr. Rowland," Shard said with ease, his voice a blend of formality and urgency. "Please give me a moment of your time."Rowland halted and scowled a little at the disruption. "Good morning, Shard. What is wrong?"The following morning broke peacefully, but Rowland found the quiet to be misleading. He entered Jones Company with a goal in mind, focused on the work that lay ahead. He was ready to cement his place with the investors who had been so impressed by his design during the selection meeting, and the daring project he had just secured had been the talk of the industry.As Rowland made his way through the gleaming lobby, Shard Benson secretly intercepted him near the elevator. Wearing a well-tailored suit, Shard exuded a polished demeanor that concealed his cunning.Shard's eyes showed a flicker of satisfaction, but his face darkened. "The project selection meeting's top investors are present. They have requested an urgent meeting with you in the main conference ro

Rowland's eyebrows were raised in interest and a little irritated as he motioned for Mia to enter. Despite her nervous manner, he could tell that whatever she had to say was significant."Close the door behind you, Mia," he instructed, his tone calm but firm.As she was told, Mia entered the room and held out a tablet. “Mr. Rowland, I… I think you should watch this video. I tried to keep it quiet, but I thought you should see it before anyone else did."Rowland took the tablet from her, his interest piqued. As the video started, the screen lit up with grainy footage of a familiar scene. It was his office.The footage had a strange camera angle, as if it had been captured from a concealed device. Rowland's heart initially sank as he wondered what incriminating evidence might have been made up against him this time. However, as the seconds passed, his face changed from one of concern to one of surprise, and finally to a sly smile.It was evident from the video that a man was searching t