Amaya sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, pretending she had not overheard Clinton's furious conversation with Nicholas. She looked up as Clinton slammed his phone to the desk, his face tight with frustration."So, what was that about?" Amaya inquired, her voice filled with casual curiosity.Clinton paced the room, clenching and unclenching his jaw to try to keep his breathing steady. "The transfer has been canceled. That idiot flagged it and immediately went to my father for confirmation."Amaya raised an eyebrow, her expression ranging from feigned innocence to genuine concern. “Your father? Mr. Fence is aware of this?"Clinton rubbed his temples as he nodded. "Not only was he aware, but he declared the entire operation fraudulent and ordered that it be stopped. He is going to look into it right now, and when he does, all of our plans could be exposed."Amaya's face darkened, and her composure cracked as anger rose to the surface. “This is Nicholas’s fault! I warned you he was not

After the tense scene in the reception area, staff members started to scatter to their individual offices. Although there were rumors as they went, their faces were lively."Did you hear how Mr. Rowland confronted Mr. Clinton?" one whispered. "It was audacious. Perhaps he is the type of leader this company requires."Another shook his head. "You are insane. There is a reason why Mr. Clinton is the Vice President. Rowland is just stirring up trouble to make himself look good."The debate went on, with loyalties divided and tensions rising. There was no doubt in everyone's minds that the conflict between Clinton and Rowland was far from resolved and that the consequences could alter everything."Did you see Mr. Rowland?" one employee asked her colleague, looking around nervously. "He acted as though he owned this company. I would not be surprised if he is attempting to overthrow Mr. Clinton."Her coworker shook his head. "Mr. Rowland may be brave, but Clinton is the vice president. Rowl

75"Wow, what has happened? What did she do?”"The notice projector did not say anything, but she has been very hardworking, you know.""That serves her right!"As Rowland entered the lobby, the morning sun bathed the Fence Company building in golden light, his usual brisk pace and commanding presence drawing attention. He assumed it would be another busy day.He exchanged a few standard greetings but ignored the unusual buzz of hushed conversations among employees. Groups huddled together, whispering urgently and fleetingly, with occasional glances directed his way.He dismissed the scene as typical office gossip, but a nagging unease persisted. Rowland went into his office, took a seat, and started going through his morning schedule. His first task was to reach out to Mia first.Rowland picked up the phone and dialed Mia's office number, waiting until the tone rang. There was no response. He frowned, glanced at the clock, and redialed, allowing it to ring longer this time. Again, th

The tension in the reception area rose to a fever pitch as Mr. Jones pointed a furious finger at Mia, his voice thunderous."What exactly are you doing here?! You were suspended, and now you walk back in here as if you own the place?"Mrs. Jones raised her hand, signaling to the guards, before Mia could respond. "Take her out," she ordered sharply, leaving no room for argument.The guards paused briefly, looking at Rowland and the Joneses. They could not refuse, so they re-grabbed Mia's arms and dragged her toward the exit."Let me go!" Mia yelled, struggling against them. The employees in the reception area murmured among themselves, some clearly uncomfortable with what was happening in front of them, while others watched with morbid curiosity."Stop this madness right away!" Rowland barked, stepping forward to intervene, but Mrs. Jones interrupted him, her eyes blazing with authority."I would not dare it if I were you, Rowland, or you will be joining her out on the street," she hi

Following the initial uproar, the reception area had returned to an eerie calm. Employees returned to their desks, whispers about the incident still lingering in the air.The investors had left, their confident strides carrying them out the door, leaving Khalid behind with promises to keep Mr. Fence updated on the jewelry design project's progress.Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Jones stormed into their office, their expressions darkened with frustration. Their earlier victory had been fleeting, and now humiliation weighed heavily on them.As they entered the office, Mr. Jones slammed the door shut with such force that it echoed through the hallway. Mrs. Jones flopped onto the plush leather chair, her hands clenching the armrests, her face twisted in bitter anger."I cannot believe this!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "That is Rowland! How dare he? How dare Khalid and Mr. Greyson side with him?”Mr. Jones paced the room with his hands balled into fists. "We have been humiliated. Shard'