James was home sitting on his couch relaxing after the revenge. He scrolled through his phone, his eyes fixed on the barrage of headlines flashing across his screen “FRAUD AT MAPLE GROUP? MAPLE GROUP UNDER FIRE FOR ALLEGED FINANCIAL SCANDAL” He rushed to the office where we worked. The door of his office creaked open, and Ethan stepped in, his expression was mixed with urgency and sadness. “It’s everywhere,” he said, tossing a stack of printed articles onto the desk. “Social media is eating us up! They’re against ruining our reputation. We’ve already lost clients from overseas, if this continues we will all..”“It won't,” James interrupted, his tone sharper than he intended. He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to stay composed, “We’ll fix this. Organize the team. I want every shred of evidence disproving these lies compiled by the end of the day.”Ethan nodded, but didn’t move, “it’s just the team james. They’re calling for a meeting tomorrow morning. You know what that means?” he sa

The Maple Group's conference room was unusually quiet. James sat at the head of the table his senior team gathered around him. A large screen on the wall displayed the results of their silent investigation."Brandon's been busy," Lisa said, clicking through the evidence. "We have everything-money trails, prison correspondences, and even his connection to Helen's shell companies. It's alright."James nodded. "Good. Today, we end this charade. Does Brandon want to play dirty? Let's show him what real power looks like."Victor smirked. "We're ready to pull the trigger. The press conference is scheduled for noon."James's expression remained calm, but his voice carried the weight of finality. "This isn't just about clearing our name. I want every last link between Brandon and Helen exposed. Let the world see who they are."Across town, Brandon was in damage-control mode. The mysterious emails from the night before had rattled him, but he couldn't let it show. He sat at his desk, reviewing

Pamela sat in the living room, the dim evening light casting shadows on the walls. Helen’s voice echoed in her head, her mother’s sharp words from their recent phone call ringing louder than Pamela wanted to admit. “James isn’t fit for this family,” Helen had said, her tone clipped. “He’s weak, and if you can’t see that, then you’re blind. Brandon Holt has been our ally for years, and your husband is nothing more than a liability.” Pamela had stayed quiet during the call, as she often did when Helen went on one of her tirades. But something about this time felt… off. Helen’s venom seemed almost desperate, as if she knew something Pamela didn’t. She glanced at James, who sat at the dining table with his laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration. He had been unusually focused lately, leaving early in the mornings and returning late, often with a quiet intensity that Pamela couldn’t place. “James,” she said, breaking the silence. He looked up, his gaze steady but questioning. “Yes?”

Later that evening, Pamela received an unexpected video call from her parents, Helen and George Shaw. It was rare for both of them to call her together, especially now that Helen was in prison. Pamela hesitated, her finger hovering over the accept button, before finally swiping to answer.Her mother’s sharp features filled the screen, her eyes as piercing as ever, even from behind the sterile background of the prison. George sat beside her, his expression stern and unyielding.“Pamela,” Helen began, her tone clipped. “We need to talk about James.”Pamela’s chest tightened. She had a sinking feeling about where this conversation was headed. “What about him?”George leaned forward, his voice grave. “We’ve been hearing things, Pamela. Things that concern us. James is poking his nose into matters that don’t concern him, and it’s putting our family’s reputation at risk.”“What are you talking about?” Pamela asked, though her voice faltered slightly.Helen’s lips thinned. “Don’t play naive,

The Maple Group headquarters was shrouded in an unusual quiet, as though the building itself understood the gravity of the battle being waged within its walls. James stood in his private office, staring out at the city skyline. In his hands, he held a file that could either topple Brandon Holt’s empire or plunge Maple Group deeper into chaos.The stakes had never been higher, but James’s resolve was unshakable. He turned to Mr. Carter, his lead investigator, who was waiting beside the desk.“This is everything?” James asked, his tone calm but firm.“Yes, sir,” Carter replied. “We’ve traced the shell companies, linked the accounts, and corroborated the testimonies. Brandon Holt’s entire operation is a house of cards.”James nodded, flipping through the pages one last time. Fraudulent contracts, offshore accounts, bribery trails—it was all here, meticulously documented.“It’s time to move,” James said.The Strategy SessionThe boardroom was filled with Maple Group’s top legal and public