“He is just one guy, why the hell can no one make him just fall!” Clinton’s frustration was rising. "First Lilly and now Gini have failed. Nobody, as if he were one superman."Amaya's heels clicked on the floor as she strode into their opulent home office. She was so frustrated that she tossed her purse on the desk. Clinton loosened his tie and closed the door behind her. As tension crackled between them, the faint sound of the city outside was all they could hear."I have had enough of this, Clinton!" Amaya paced the room, her voice sharp. "Every time we attempt to corner Rowland, something goes wrong. It is as if he is being protected by a divine shield! First the allegations collapsed, and now this recording? How could he have predicted that?"Clinton leaned back and massaged his temples in the leather armchair. "You do not realize how frustrated I am, too? Even though I have given it a lot of thought, the bastard continues to elude us. If it had not been for his meddling, we woul

As Rowland strode with purpose into his office, the morning sun cast golden hues over Fence Emerald Company. The building was magnificent, but it did not lessen the burden on his shoulders. His worries about evidence that might undo everything he had worked for were mixed with the Jones Company problem, which hung over his head like a black cloud.Rowland sat at his desk of polished oak and gazed at his laptop, assembling his thoughts as he scrolled through emails. If there is evidence available.'I have to act quickly.' His jaw tensed as he leaned back, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the desk. He was about to start reading another round of reports when someone knocked politely on the door."Come in," he said, his tone sharp but not harsh.Fatima entered with grace, holding a folder. Her composed manner provided a refreshing diversion from Rowland's mental turmoil. "Good morning, sir," she said, her voice steady. "I have an update regarding the investors and the project design."

Rowland was still thinking about Nicholas's earlier presentation as he sat at his desk. He found the project intriguing in some way, but he could not get rid of a nagging feeling of unease. Rowland's instincts told him to look further, but Nicholas's cool-headed and methodical manner had been convincing.He reached for his phone, deciding that the best way to confirm what Nicholas had said was to give Khalid a call. Since his name was mentioned, Rowland relied on his keen insight to steer clear of any potential pitfalls.A knock on Khalid's office door interrupted his focus as he was ready to dial his number."Come in," Rowland said, placing his phone down.Fatima emerged from behind the door, clutching a stack of files. Her calm demeanor was matched by her neatly pressed clothing, and her sharp brown eyes never seemed to miss anything. Her heels clicked gently on the polished wood floor as she entered the room with deliberate steps."Mr. Rowland," she said, placing the files on his

“Good morning. This is Rowland speaking.”As the meeting time drew nearer, the morning hum in Fence Emerald's office building subsided. With the earlier altercation with Clinton still fresh in his mind, Rowland sat in his office. He had to force himself to refocus.The goal of today was to secure the company's future, not to engage in small-scale power struggles. He had just started going over some last-minute project notes when his phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen and saw the lead investor's name, Mr Mark. Rowland responded right away, his tone steady even though the annoyance from his previous conversation was still there.The investor's voice on the other end was composed, yet it had a tone of regret. “Good morning, Mr. Rowland. I am calling about the meeting that is scheduled for today. Unfortunately, we will be unable to meet at the scheduled time due to unforeseen circumstances."Rowland's heart sank briefly, but he quickly adjusted his tone to remain professional. "I see.

Fatima paced tensely down the hallway, replaying in her mind what had happened when she had met Nicholas. The look on his face when she mentioned Rowland's signature had been disturbing. There was more to it than just defensiveness. Something that suggested deception.She looked at her wristwatch. The floor was unusually quiet, even though the finalized presentation with the investors should have begun by now. Fatima straightened her posture, determined to find out what was happening, and headed to Rowland's office.Fatima frequently worked on projects as the secretary, and eventually those projects found their way to Rowland's desk. Despite their sparse interactions, she appreciated his straightforward business style. Particularly when investors were involved, he was not the kind to put up with delays.---The door to Rowland's office was slightly open when she arrived. Fatima gave it a soft knock and went inside. Rowland was sitting at his desk with his phone in its cradle when sh