"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
Armand continued to gaze at Mr. Peter, his eyes scrutinizing the man's features. He noticed the tightness around Peter's eyes, the slight furrowing of his brow, and the pursing of his lips. These subtle cues told Armand that, despite Peter's formal greeting, he was not a fan of his.Despite Peter's attempts to appear neutral, Armand's keen observation skills picked up on the subtle tells that revealed his true feelings.Mr. Peter greeted Armand again, his voice firm but polite. "Good morning, Mr. Armstrong."Armand raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly sarcastic. "I heard you the first time, Peter. There is no need to repeat yourself."Mr. Peter's expression remained calm, but Armand could tell it was a facade. The tension in his eyes and the tightness in his smile betrayed his true emotions.Armand leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Peter's face. "I noticed you were nowhere to be found when Aaron was being arrested yesterday. Quite convenient, don't you think?"Mr. Peter
Armand's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "What exactly are you referring to? What happened yesterday that you don't agree with?"The first man stepped forward again, his voice firm. "We don't agree with the way Aaron was treated. He was arrested and taken away like a criminal. We think it was unfair."Armand's expression turned intrigued, "Unfair?" he repeated, his tone encouraging them to elaborate.The first man hesitated, glancing at his colleagues before continuing. "Yes, sir. Aaron was a good boss and a good person. We don't think he deserved to be treated like that."Armand's eyes locked onto the man, his gaze intense. "Tell me more," he said, his voice low and even. "What do you think really happened?"The men exchanged nervous glances before the first man spoke up. "To be honest, sir, we don't really know what happened. He always treated us with kindness and respect."The second man nodded in agreement. "Yes, sir. I remember one time I made a mistake on a project, and Aaro
Vanessa's eyes scanned Armand's office, taking in the tidy space. Everything was in order, from the organized files on his desk to the neatly arranged bookshelves.She turned her attention back to Armand, who was standing by his desk, watching her. "Sir, what exactly do you need my help with?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.Armand paused, his eyes locked on Vanessa's, "I don't actually need your help with anything in my office, Vanessa."He stopped speaking, leaving Vanessa puzzled and wondering what he really wanted. The silence stretched out for a few moments until Armand spoke again."What I need your help with, Vanessa, is catching the thieves."Vanessa's eyes widened, her mind racing with questions. "The thieves, sir? What do you mean?"Armand's expression turned grim. "I mean the ones who have been stealing from the company."Vanessa's eyes widened in alarm, her face pale and her body tense. She took a step back, her hands trembling slightly. "T-thieves, sir? Oh