At the same time, a sleek Range Rover SV Carmel Edition glided smoothly into the parking lot of the Dominion Group headquarters. Behind the tinted windows sat Celestine Valencia, the eldest daughter of the Valencia family. After inspecting one of the family’s restaurants earlier in the day, her father’s concerns about the Dominion Group being the largest shareholder in their business lingered in her mind. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she arrived to uncover more information.The luxury SUV came to a halt in a prime spot, catching the attention of onlookers. The driver’s door opened, and Celestine stepped out with effortless grace, her movements embodying elegance. She wore a sophisticated cream blazer paired with tailored pants, her ensemble accentuated by an expensive pair of Chanel sunglasses. Her wrist sparkled with a Cartier bracelet and a rolex datejust, and the faint scent of her high-end perfume seemed to linger as she moved.As she adjusted her shades and began

The classroom door swung open with a forceful sound, silencing every conversation and drawing all eyes toward the entrance. Standing there, framed by the doorway, was none other than Daniel Everhart. He was dressed sharply, his desi shirt tucked neatly pants, his wrist adorned with an expensive watch. Despite his polished appearance, his expression was anything but calm. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with anger as he scanned the room.The tension in the air was palpable as his gaze swept across the startled students. Then, his furious eyes landed on Sierra. Instantly, his anger seemed to intensify, and without a moment's hesitation, he strode toward her, his every step filled with menace.Sierra, caught off guard, froze in her seat, unsure of what to do. Betty whispered, "Sierra… what’s going on?" but her words barely registered.Before anyone could react, Daniel reached her. His hand shot out, grabbing Sierra by the neck and forcing her back against the wall with a loud thud

At the bustling office of Damian's department, the atmosphere was electric with productivity. Workers were glued to their desks, fingers flying across keyboards and voices murmuring into phones. Amid the flurry of activity, one notable absence was Sophia—her desk sat empty, her chair untouched.In his spacious office, Damian sat at his desk, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit with a crisp white shirt and a silk maroon tie. His polished black shoes gleamed under the soft lighting. Reaching for his office phone, he dialed a number.When the line connected, he said firmly, “Please ask Laura Bennett to come to my office.”After a polite acknowledgment from the other end, Damian hanged up and leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he waited.About five minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. "Come in," Damian called.The door opened, and Laura stepped inside. She was professionally dressed in a modest yet stylish blue pencil skirt paired with a light blue blo

Damian leaned casually against the edge of his desk, crossing his arms. “Come on, Laura,” he said smoothly, his smile teasing. “You’re a smart woman. Don’t play coy.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she maintained her composure. “I believe I’ve already thanked you for considering me for a position, and I take my work very seriously. If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to my desk.” Damian chuckled, as though her response amused him. “Relax, Laura. I’m just saying you deserve more than just a job title. I could make things... easier for you.” Laura’s stomach churned at his words, but she didn’t let it show. “I appreciate the offer, sir,” she said, her tone clipped. “But I prefer to earn my achievements the right way.” As Laura placed her hand on the door handle, Damian’s voice stopped her once again. “Think of it well, Laura,” he said, his tone low and suggestive. “I’ll be here, waiting for your decision.” She didn’t turn around this time. Instead, she took a deep breath, steeling

“Well,” Elijah said with a small smile, “I made over $100,000 in just a few hours before the stock started going down.”Gasp!”There was a brief silence at the table as the weight of Elijah’s words sank in. “$100,000?” Sierra’s father exclaimed, his voice a mix of astonishment and disbelief. “What the… That’s impressive. I’ve made more than that in business before, but it’s never been that easy or that fast.”Sierra’s eyes widened, and her mother’s fork paused mid-air. Both looked at Elijah in surprise, as though seeing him in an entirely new light.“You made that much in just a few hours?” Sierra asked, her tone laced with disbelief and admiration.Elijah noticed their reactions and quickly added, “But it’s not always like that,” he said, holding up his hands. “Trading stocks can be risky. You can win big, but you can also lose big. It’s all about timing, strategy, and a bit of luck.”He looked at Sierra’s father. “It’s not for everyone, Uncle. The market is unpredictable, and one