Inside the accountant's living room, Armand and the accountant sat in tense silence, the weight of the confession hanging heavy in the air. Armand broke the silence with a pointed question."Why did Aaron ask you to set your office on fire?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on the accountant.The accountant hesitated for a moment before revealing the truth. "I've been issuing fake receipts to Aaron for building materials from UBL, even though he wasn't purchasing them from us," he admitted.Armand's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Why would you do that?" he asked.The accountant shrugged. "He paid well," he replied simply. "And since nobody was getting hurt, I didn't see any reason not to."Armand shook his head in dismay, struggling to comprehend the accountant's rationale. "Who else was involved in this?" he asked.The accountant shook his head. "Nobody else. It was just me."Armand furrowed his brow in contemplation. "Then why did you have to set your office on fire? It doesn't make any se
Armand pushed open the door and stepped into the conference room. The soft rustle of his tailored suit echoed in the quiet space, drawing eyes to his figure. The suit, a deep charcoal with a subtle pinstripe, clung perfectly to his shoulders and tapered waist. The silk tie, a rich shade of midnight blue, added a touch of elegance, complementing the crisp white shirt beneath. As Armand walked purposefully towards the head of the table, his polished black Oxfords made scarcely a sound on the plush carpet. His face was a mask of stern determination, lips pressed into a thin line, and his jaw clenched ever so slightly. Piercing eyes scanned the room, noting every detail, every person. Without a word, he reached the head of the table and adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate precision. The room held its collective breath, waiting for Armand to speak, knowing that whatever came next would set the tone for the day’s proceedings. Before Armand could lower himself into the chair at the h
Armand took a deep breath, his steely gaze sweeping across the room. "We need to take immediate action to salvage our reputation and ensure such an incident never happens again. I want to hear your suggestions on how the Armstrong headquarters can address this crisis. Let's start with you, Mr. Thompson."Mr. Thompson straightened in his chair. "We should launch a comprehensive internal investigation immediately," he began. "We need to identify the exact cause of the collapse and ensure transparency throughout the process. Additionally, we should offer compensation to the victims and their families to show our commitment to making things right."Armand nodded thoughtfully. "A solid start. But how do we ensure the investigation is perceived as unbiased?"Mr. Thompson leaned forward. "We can bring in an independent third-party firm to conduct the investigation. This will help maintain credibility and show our commitment to transparency.""Good point," Armand acknowledged. "Next, Mrs. Law
"My apologies, gentlemen," Mr. Armstrong began, his voice laced with concern. "I'm deeply sorry to hear about the collapse of the building. My heart goes out to those who were injured and their families. I'm grateful that no lives were lost, and I can only imagine the trauma and distress this incident has caused."He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I want to assure you that this matter will be thoroughly investigated and we'll get to the bottom of what happened. We will all work closely with the authorities to determine the cause of the collapse and ensure that those responsible are held accountable."Mr. Armstrong's expression turned resolute. "I can promise you that we will do everything in our power to support the victims and their families. We will provide compensation and any necessary assistance to help them through this difficult time. The Armstrong empire has always been built on a foundation of integrity and responsibility, and we will not falter in our co
Armand broke the tension, his voice steady and calm. "The company had been allocating sufficient funds to purchase building materials from UBL, but the person in charge of procurement had opted for Greens LTD instead. As some of you may know, Greens LTD is notorious for selling substandard materials. This reckless decision led to the building's collapse."The reporters' eyes widened, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief. One of them asked, "Who was in charge of purchasing building materials?"Armand's gaze locked onto Aaron. "My cousin, Aaron, was responsible."The reporter's eyes narrowed. "Are you accusing, Mr. Aaron of being the main person behind the collapse?"Armand's expression was grim. "Yes, I am. His actions, or lack thereof, led to this tragedy."The room erupted into chaos. The reporter bombarded Armand with questions, their voices raised in curiosity. The directors' faces turned pale, their eyes darting between Armand and Aaron. Mr. Peter took a step back, his eyes wi
Armand woke up to the warm rays of sunlight peeking through the windows of his room. He stretched his arms and let out a contented sigh.As he sat up in bed, he couldn't help but think about the events of the previous day. The memory brought a smile to his face, and he felt a surge of pride and confidence.Armand swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted his feet firmly on the ground. He felt grounded and stable, like he could tackle anything that came his way.He got out of bed and began to get ready for the day, feeling a spring in his step and a renewed sense of purpose. As he looked in the mirror, he caught his own eye and grinned.Armand entered the bathroom and began his morning routine. After a quick shower and a shave, Armand exited the bathroom. He walked into his wardrobe, scanning his collection of suits and dresses. His eyes landed on a burgundy-colored suit, one he had never worn before. It was a bold choice, but something about it called to him. He decided to t
As Armand walked into the building, the noisy atmosphere suddenly died down. The staff, who had been chatting and laughing, fell silent, their eyes fixed on him. "Good morning, Mr. Armstrong," someone said, breaking the silence. The greeting was echoed by others, their voices filled with reverence.Armand smiled graciously, acknowledging the greetings with a nod. "Good morning," he replied, his voice calm and confident.As he made his way to his office, the staff parted to let him through, their faces filled with admiration and respect. The silence continued, punctuated only by the sound of footsteps and the occasional whisper. Armand's presence commanded attention, and the staff seemed to be holding their breath, waiting to see what he would do next.As Armand approached his office door, he suddenly felt the tattoo on his hand tingle. He paused, his hand reaching out to touch the door handle, but hesitating. Just then, Vanessa rushed up to him, her eyes wide."Mr. Armstrong! Mr. Ar
Armand's eyes squinted slightly as he gazed at Carla. "Date?" he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "Or are you asking me what date it is today?"His expression was a mix of puzzlement and amusement, his lips curling into a slight smirk. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Carla's face, as if waiting for her to clarify her intentions.Carla's face flushed, her eyes dropping to her lap as she fidgeted with her hands. "Uh, no... I mean... a date, as in... going out... together..." she stammered, her voice trailing off.Armand's smirk grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Carla is such an amazing actress, he thought to himself."Ah, I see," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, that's a surprise."Carla's face suddenly lit up with a bright laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Armand, you're so silly!" she exclaimed, her voice playful.She leaned forward, her hands on her knees, her gaze locked onto his. "Why are you so surprised? We're stil