Oliver paced the small hospital room, his mind racing with possibilities. His stepbrother, Carter, lay in the bed, looking up at him with suspicion and anger. Oliver knew he had to convince him to help, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was already too late."Carter, you have to believe me," Oliver said, stopping in front of the bed. "There's someone after me, and they're using you to get to me."Carter scoffed, "I still don't believe you. Why would anyone be after you?""I don't know," Oliver admitted. "But they're leaving clues, trying to lead me to them."Carter rolled his eyes, clearly not buying into Oliver's paranoia. "And you think I can help you? After everything you've done?""Yes," Oliver replied firmly. "We may not be on good terms, but we are still family. And we need to stick together if we want to figure out what's going on."Carter shifted uncomfortably in the bed, not wanting to admit that Oliver had a point. "Fine," he finally relented. "But what's the plan?"
Oliver made his way out of the hospital room, feeling a mix of relief and sadness wash over him. While he was glad to have seen his stepbrother Carter, the circumstances of their reunion were less than ideal.As he walked down the sterile halls of the hospital, Oliver couldn't help but replay their conversation in his head. Carter was in bad shape, but he still managed to be as cold and distant as ever. Oliver knew that their relationship had been strained for years, but he couldn't help but feel hurt by Carter's refusal to even try to get along.But as he turned the corner, Oliver was surprised to see someone waiting for him."Hey, Oliver," a voice said from behind him.Oliver turned around and saw his best friend Adamson, who had a concerned look on his face."How did it go?" he asked.Oliver sighed. "It was…difficult."His friend nodded sympathetically. "I know that it's not easy for you, but you're doing the right thing by being there for Carter. He needs you right now."Oliver kn
Oliver was driving down the empty roads, his mind preoccupied with the recent conversation he had with his step-brother Carter. Carter had been hospitalized due to injuries sustained during a scuffle with Oliver because of his attempts to attack him so Oliver had visited Carter at the hospital to check up on him. As he drove, the memories of their conversations kept playing in his head. Carter had been blunt and straightforward, blaming Oliver for everything that had gone wrong and for the reason why their enemies were after them."You've been acting recklessly, and now we have to pay for it," Carter had said, his voice hoarse and weak. "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be in this mess."Oliver had tried to counter his arguments, but Carter was relentless. They had been estranged for a long time, and their relationship had never been the best. They only reconnected recently after their mother passed away. However, things had not been the same, and there was still a lot of hurt and r
Oliver sat in his dimly lit home office, surrounded by technological gadgets and bits of code littering the walls. He rested his chin on his hand, his mind deep in thought as he pondered how he could take his computer technology company to the next level. He knew he had to innovate faster, think outside of the box, and take risks that would set his company apart from the rest. He typed feverishly on his keyboard, his eyes darting back and forth between lines of code, trying to make sense of the labyrinthine system he'd created.As he brainstormed new ideas, his gaze drifted up to the picture hanging on the wall. It was of his stepbrother Carter, a man he had always been suspicious of. From the moment Carter had married his mother and gained access to the family estate, Oliver had kept a wary eye on him. There was something about Carter's cold, detached personality that made him uneasy. In many ways, Carter was the opposite of Oliver – he was aloof, passionless, and entirely focused on
Oliver woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm clock, feeling like he had only closed his eyes moments ago. He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sat bolt upright in bed. The pounding headache that greeted him made him want to curl back up in bed, but he knew he couldn't let himself fall behind.As he got up and dressed, he couldn't help but feel like he was moving in slow motion. He fumbled with his tie, and nearly knocked over his coffee as he sipped it down quickly. He was in a fog, feeling like he was barely awake.When he finally arrived at the office, he was surprised to see a crowd of reporters gathered outside. His heart began to race as he fought through the crowd, feeling like he was being interrogated.Questions flew at him from all directions, and he could hardly keep up."Mr. Thompson, is it true that you've copied other companies' projects?""Is it true that your company has been using underhanded tactics to stay on top?""Are you planning on stepping dow
Oliver had just finished his meeting with the board electors. They had discussed the accusations of copycat issues that had been thrown against the company, and Oliver was grateful for their support in the matter. He had thanked everyone for their help, but he knew that they couldn't let their guard down just yet.As he walked through the company offices, he noticed the employees were in high spirits. They had heard about the successful meeting with the board electors and were relieved that their jobs were safe. Oliver was proud of his team and decided to spend some time catching up with them.He walked over to Sue, one of the senior project managers, who was busy typing away on her laptop. "Hey Sue!" Oliver greeted her with a smile.Sue looked up and smiled back. "Hey Oliver! Great meeting, wasn't it?" she said.Oliver nodded. "Yeah it was, but we still have a lot of work to do," he replied. "How are things going with your projects?"Sue leaned back in her chair and sighed. "Well, we
Oliver continued to sit with the workers in the company lounge, even though he was now the acting CEO. He felt more comfortable eating with the workers than in the fancy executive dining room.As he finished his sandwich, a few workers approached him to chat."Hey Oliver, how's it going as the boss?" one of them asked, half-jokingly.Oliver smiled. "It's going well. I'm still getting the hang of things, but I have a great team supporting me.""Yeah, we know you do," another worker chimed in. "But we're a little worried about what's going to happen when your step-brother Carter comes back. He's still the real CEO, right?"Oliver sighed. "Yes, he's still the CEO. But he's taking some time off to heal. I'm just filling in for him in the meantime."One of the workers spoke up, "Honestly Oliver, I think you're doing a better job than Carter ever did. You're more approachable, you listen to our suggestions and ideas, and you don't make us feel like we're beneath you."Oliver was touched by
Oliver jolted up from his nap with a cold sweat. The nightmare had left him feeling disoriented and shaken. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the unease. After a few deep breaths, he sat up and looked out the window. The sun had already set, and darkness had taken over the sky.“Oliver, are you okay?” His secretary, Linda, walked in.“I’m fine. Just had a bad dream.” Oliver replied, rubbing his head.“You should take some time to rest, Oliver. You’ve been working non-stop.” Linda said, concerned.Oliver shook his head, “No, I have work to do. What’s the schedule like for tomorrow?”Linda hesitated, “Well, it’s quiet. Most of the staff is taking the day off for the holidays.”“Alright, I’ll take the opportunity to catch up on some things.” Oliver said, getting up from his chair.Linda watched him with a scrutinizing look, “Are you sure you’re okay?”Oliver smiled reassuringly, “Yes, Linda. Thank you for your concern. I’ll see you tomorrow.”As Linda left the room, Oliver took a d