Hidden Conspiracy

The morning sun was barely up, casting a soft, golden glow over the sprawling estate of the Conrad family. The air was crisp and cool, filled with the promise of a new day. Inside the mansion, the quiet was broken only by the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of porcelain as Cosmos prepared coffee.

Chairman Conrad sat behind his large oak desk, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. His sharp eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for the arrival of the private investigators he had discreetly hired. Cosmos, his loyal aide, was unaware of the true purpose of their visit.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence, and Cosmos stepped inside, followed by two men in dark suits. "Good morning, sir," Cosmos said, his tone respectful as always. "These gentlemen are here to see you."

"Thank you, Cosmos. Please, show them in," Chairman Conrad replied, his voice steady but tinged with anticipation.

The two men entered the office and took their seats opposite the cha