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
The thieves' eyes widened in terror, their faces pale and sweaty. Their mouths hung open as if frozen in shock. They glanced at each other, then back at Armand and the guards, their eyes darting wildly as they realized they were trapped.Armand's expression was calm and confident. "Gentlemen, you have two options. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you choose the hard way, you'll be spending a lot of time in jail. But if you choose the easy way, you'll drop the bag of money, never set foot on any property belonging to the Armstrong empire again, and disappear from our sight forever."He paused, his eyes locked on the thieves. "The choice is yours. But know this: if you choose the hard way, we will make sure you regret it."Vanessa's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Are you willing to just let them go? After everything we went through to catch them?"She shook her head, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration. "I don't understand. Why give them the option to jus
The guards and Vanessa wore bewildered expressions, their faces frozen in disbelief. They seemed to be wondering how someone could be so brazen and unrepentant in the face of wrongdoing. After a moment of stunned silence, one of the guards finally spoke up."Wait, you're not even sorry?" he asked, his voice laced with incredulity. "You're not remorseful at all for stealing from the company?"The guard's question was met with a shrug from the worker. "No, I'm not sorry. I'd do it again in a heartbeat if it meant getting what I wanted."Vanessa's eyes widened in shock. "How can you be so callous?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.The worker's expression remained unyielding, his eyes gleaming with a sense of entitlement. "I'm just looking out for myself. That's what matters most."The room fell silent once again. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the guards as they struggled to contain their anger.The worker broke the silence, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I ha
It was the start of a new day! Armand settled into his office chair, ready to tackle the day's tasks. As he reached for his bag to bring out some documents, a knock on the door broke the silence."Come in," he called out.The door opened, and Vanessa entered, a hesitant look on her face. They exchanged greetings, and Armand asked, "What can I help you with, Vanessa?"Her countenance changed, and she appeared unsure if she should speak. "May I have permission to speak freely, sir?" she asked, her voice laced with caution.Armand's expression turned encouraging. "Of course, Vanessa. You can tell me anything."Her countenance changed again, and she appeared more confident. "Thank you, sir. I wanted to discuss something... delicate." She paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing.Armand gestured to a chair, "Please, sit down, Vanessa."She did so, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I wanted to talk to you about two of the thieves we caught last night, Bright and Daniel."Ar
The barista's eyes widened in terror as she realized she was talking to her boss. Her face turned pale, and her voice trembled as she tried to apologize. "I-I'm s-so sorry, Mr. Armstrong! I didn't mean to...to..."As she stuttered, her hands shook, and she accidentally knocked over a cup of coffee, spilling it all over the counter. "Oh no! I'm s- so sorry! I'm such a clumsy fool!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with panic.She quickly grabbed a towel to clean up the mess, but her hands were shaking so much that she ended up spreading the spill even further. "I'm s-so sorry, Mr. Armstrong! Please forgive me!" she pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears.Armand's expression softened, and he calmly said, "It's okay, it's just an accident. Take a deep breath and calm down." But the barista was too flustered to compose herself, continuing to apologize and clumsily clean up the spill.Armand assisted the barista in cleaning up the spill, his calm demeanour helping to ease her nerves. Once th
Bright and Daniel exchanged a confused glance, their faces scrunched up in puzzlement."What money?" they reply in unison, their voices laced with genuine confusion.Armand's expression remains calm, but his eyes narrow slightly. "Don't play dumb, gentlemen. If you want my forgiveness, you need to be completely honest with me."Bright and Daniel look at each other again, their confusion evident. "But...we didn't take any money," Bright says, his voice laced with bewilderment.Daniel nodded in agreement, his eyes wide with confusion. "Yeah, we have no clue what money you're talking about, Mr. Armstrong."Armand reached out for his phone and placed a call, his eyes fixed on Bright and Daniel. After a brief moment, Vanessa answered, "Hello, Sir. What can I do for you?"Armand's response was curt. "My office, now. Your attention is needed."He hung up without waiting for a response. Bright and Daniel exchanged a nervous glance, their minds racing with possibilities.Five minutes later,