Victor leaned back in his armchair, his eyes fixed on the television screen. The news anchor’s voice was crisp, cutting through the room's quiet. "In a shocking turn of events, Stephen King, the newly appointed CEO of King's Empire, married and divorced his wife, Marianne Harrington, within three days. Marianne and her parents are now in police custody, charged with conspiracy to commit murder and fraud."He sipped his whiskey, the smooth burn helping him process the events. He had known Marianne for years, and seeing her fall from grace this way was jarring. She could have avoided all this if she had just trusted him with her plans. He sighed, feeling a pang of regret.Just then, the door opened, and Enoch strolled in. "Quite a wedding party," Enoch said with a chuckle, making himself at home by grabbing Victor's whiskey and taking a generous sip.Victor gave him a questioning look. "Did I say you could take that?"Enoch shrugged, unbothered. "You looked like you needed company." He
Gaga leaned back, the lollipop still in her mouth. "We received a call from your company a few days ago," she began. "A complaint from one of your staff." Stephen glanced at Victor, suspecting he might be the one behind the call. "I treat my workers well," Stephen said, folding his arms. "I've increased their salaries. Any complaints might be from someone jealous of me." Victor didn't flinch, maintaining his composed demeanor. Gaga stood up, sauntering over to the table in a seductive manner. "Darling," she said, perching on the edge of the table, "will you explain the financial discrepancies and incompetence in management?" Stephen frowned. "What do you mean?" Gaga's voice turned serious. "We've been monitoring your accounts. There's a significant amount of money there, far more than King's Empire has made recently. And you're risking the company's future by mining all the gold at once, ignoring warnings fro
Stephen stood outside the King's Empire building, frustration consuming him as he attempted once more to activate his system without success. "What's going on?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing. If only the system were functioning, he could uncover the truth before his impending trial. But he couldn't rely on it now. He had to find answers on his own.With determination, he climbed into his car and drove to the mining site. The journey seemed longer than usual, thoughts swirling about who might have framed him. Arriving at the factory, he saw workers in worn-out clothes, sweating profusely under the blazing sun. Armed guards kept watch, vigilant and tense.Exiting his car, Stephen was immediately hit by the heat and dust of the mining operation. The miners, dirty and exhausted, recognized him and stopped their work, watching him with a mix of respect and curiosity."Boss, what brings you here?" asked an elderly man, leaning wearily on his shovel."I'm here for information about
The day before, at King’s Empire, Victor sat at the head of the table with the board of management. The room buzzed with murmurs and impatient whispers. “Victor, why have you called us here? Shouldn’t we be at home?” one of the board members asked, clearly irritated. Victor raised his hand, signaling for silence. “Everyone, please, calm down. There’s no need to worry. I’ve called this meeting for one reason: Stephen.” The murmurs ceased as all eyes focused on Victor. “Stephen doesn’t belong here,” he continued. “He shouldn’t be leading us. The substantial profits we used to see from the empire aren’t coming in like before.” “What do you really want, Victor?” another board member asked sharply. Victor smiled, leaning back in his chair. “I want all of you to denounce Stephen in the court. If we do this, the jury will find him guilty. In return, everyone here will get what they want.” A hush fell over the room as the board members exchanged glances. “I know Stephen has offer
The courtroom hushed as the judge reentered, calling for order. Stephen sat at the defendant's table, his mind racing. He stared blankly at the polished wood, trying to steady his thoughts. His once commanding presence seemed diminished, his shoulders slightly hunched, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor. Across the room, Enoch watched him with a slight smirk, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.Stephen's mind churned with thoughts of betrayal and desperation. He tried accessing the system, a last-ditch effort to find something to defend himself, but nothing worked. Enoch's hack had been successful, cutting him off from the very tools he had relied upon. The realization of his isolation settled heavily on him, a sinking feeling of doom.Enoch glanced at Victor, who was talking with Ms. Daniels. To everyone else, it seemed like Enoch was Victor's ally, but in reality, Enoch had his own agenda. Victor was merely a pawn, someone to clear the path for Enoch's ultimate goal.
Victor stepped out of the bathtub, water dripping from his hair. He grabbed a towel, muttering under his breath. “Stephen’s always using the system to his advantage. If I don’t do something, the truth will come out, and I’ll be banished like Enoch. Left with nothing.” He rubbed the towel over his face, feeling the frustration build. “If I had known, I would’ve stayed away from Marianne. She’s the one who brought him into my life.”Victor’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the TV in the living room. He tightened the towel around his waist and walked out, startled to see Enoch lounging on the couch, eyes fixed on the screen.“What are you doing here, Enoch?” Victor snapped. “I need privacy.”Enoch turned, a grin spreading across his face. “Sorry for not waiting for an invite. Thought you wouldn’t mind.” He shrugged, but his attempt at humor fell flat.Victor frowned, stepping closer. “This isn’t a joke. What’s the update on Stephen’s actions?”Enoch’s smile faded. He sat up, hi
Stephen rushed into the lobby of the Empire Building, his heart pounding with adrenaline. The urgency of the situation drove him forward, his mind replaying the cryptic phone call and his decision to trust the mysterious ally's instructions. As he sprinted down the corridor towards his office, Stephen's footsteps echoed off the polished marble floors. He skidded to a halt as he reached the door, breathless and on edge. Pushing it open, he entered cautiously, scanning the dimly lit room. There, illuminated by the glow of multiple screens, stood a figure hunched over Stephen's computer. "Victor!" Stephen's voice rang out, sharp with accusation and urgency. The figure froze, hands hovering over the keyboard. In a swift motion, he lunged towards the nearest window, desperate to escape. But before he could unlatch it, Stephen tackled him from behind, crashing into the desk with a grunt. The figure retaliated with a powerful punch to Stephen's face, stunning him momentarily. Enduring t
Just as he turned to return the gun to its box , the doorbell rang sharply, echoing through the tense silence. Both Victor and Enoch froze, startled by the unexpected interruption. Victor shot a questioning glance at Enoch, whose expression mirrored his own confusion. "Who could that be at this hour?" Victor muttered under his breath, his mind racing with possibilities. He glanced warily at Enoch, who simply shrugged in response, equally clueless. With cautious steps, Victor made his way to the front door, the unease palpable in his movements. As he swung the door open, his apprehension turned to surprise. Standing before him were several police officers, their stern expressions giving away nothing of their purpose. Among them stood Stephen, his presence commanding yet strangely calm. "Long time no see, Victor," Stephen greeted evenly, his eyes fixed on Victor's unsettled demeanor. Victor's jaw tightened, his mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. "What are you doing