Clinton stormed into the Joneses' private office, his face twisted in barely contained rage. With a frown, Mr. Jones was pacing back and forth, trying to come up with something to do to stop Rowland. "Is he still operating?" Clinton spat as he threw himself into one of the leather seats. "I cannot believe this!"Mr. Jones stopped pacing and massaged his temple. "He is not just managing," he said, his voice low. "According to our sources, Rowland has nearly completed the designs for his portion of the collection. And from what we have seen, they look... good. Really good.”Clinton slammed his fist against the armrest.All of the team was deliberately trying to undermine and avoid Rowland, but he was not only managing, he was thriving. Clinton, frustrated, gritted his teeth at the reports of his cool head and steady progress. He was expecting Rowland to beg for help, Tension was palpable as the Jones family and Clinton sat in their private office. Mr. Jones paced before the expansive
The following morning at Fence Emerald, Clinton sat behind his desk, his mind racing with frustration as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the smooth wood. Rowland prospered in spite of all he had thrown at him, including misinformation, sabotage, and delays. Clinton thought less of him. It was making Clinton crazy that Rowland was turning out to be more resilient than anyone had thought.As Clinton's thoughts spiraled, the door to his office opened, and Amaya walked in, her face calm but calculated. Clinton, still enraged by Rowland's frustrating success, hardly raised an eyebrow. "Clinton," she said with grace as she shut the door behind her. "I have heard the most recent information. Rowland is still making progress on the jewelry project. Your strategies do not appear to be weakening him."Clinton's face twisted with rage as he slammed his fist against the desk. "No thank you, Amaya. I thought bringing you in would be enough to upset him. But he just keeps going, regardl
Leaving Rowland's office in a furious manner, Amaya's heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she strode out. It was quite bold of him to stand there acting as though she owed him anything, suggesting that her offer was not the only way out of the catastrophe he was about to face. Though annoyance and indignation were visible on her face, fear was pulling at her underneath. Everything was going to be ruined by Rowland's disobedience.Her rage had turned into resolve by the time she arrived at Clinton's office. Clinton, who had been absorbed in thought behind his desk, was taken aback when she abruptly opened the door without knocking. He knew something had not gone according to plan the moment he saw the expression on her face."He would not listen," Amaya said, pacing in front of his desk. "I have tried everything. He is too stubborn, Clinton. He refuses to step down. He believes he can outlast us and that he is untouchable.”Clinton's expression darkened, and his eyes narrowed
The hum of conversation filled the grand company hall. A room full of executives, workers, and investors awaited Rowland's presentation on the in processed jewelry design that had generated so much interest. To convey the opulence of the occasion, the entire hall was tastefully decorated with shimmering chandeliers, golden drapes, and exquisite centerpieces. Everyone understood that the outcome of the night could either make or break Rowland's future.Amaya stood close to the door, glancing with a cold stare at the throng. She saw Khalid, who was seated at the far end of the room, being whispered to by Mr. Fence's secretary, Fatima.Although Clinton appeared unusually composed as he stood next to her, she could sense a hint of anxiety in the way his fingers tapped his leg. With his plan in place, Rowland's demise would not be far off.Amaya returned her focus to the seating section. Rowland had just arrived, looking dapper in a fitted suit and projecting confidence from his demeanor.
Amaya's heart was pounding as she led Lily into Clinton's office. There was a lot of tension in the air; Clinton paced behind his desk, his eyes narrowing as they fell on Lily, who shifted under his examining stare. Amaya leaned toward Lily and spoke in a low, inquisitive voice as she gently closed the door behind them to protect their privacy."Are you absolutely certain you did everything I asked?" Amaya's voice was soothing, but it had a dangerous edge to it.Lily nodded, but a slight crease appeared on her brow. "Yes, Ma. I followed your instructions and put the tablet in his drink. He drank it right afterwards."Clinton paused his pacing and gave Amaya a puzzled expression. "So, how would you explain what we just witnessed? Rowland did not just do well; he was brilliant!"Amaya clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to comprehend what had gone wrong. She returned her attention to Lily, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Lily, are you
The assistant saw the nervous shift in his eyes and the urgency in his voice as soon as he rushed into the nurse's office. Without missing a beat, she picked up her exam kit and hurried after him, her pace increasing with each step, to James's office.When they got there, tension was high as Clinton and Amaya stood by James's desk. James was still hunched over, motionless, his face drawn and ghostly white against the pile of papers.The nurse's professional and composed manner belied her immediate concern as she approached James. Leaning over him, she carefully moved her hands to check his breathing and take his pulse. She raised her head and spoke in a controlled yet curious tone."Mr. Clinton, Ms. Amaya," she asked, her gaze shifting between them, "can either of you tell me what happened to him?"Clinton's expression remained impassive as he shook his head. "This is how we found him. We have no idea what caused it," he said calmly.Amaya nodded in agreement with Clinton's response.
There was a sense of urgency in Dr. Lee's office as he checked James's vitals, his face displaying concern as he took in James's irregular pulse and shallow breathing. Methodically, his gloved hands moved over James, keeping an eye on every sign for clues.He watched in silence for a few more moments, then turned to Fatima, Amaya, and Clinton, who had gathered around, nervous and anticipatory."From all the symptoms, it appears that James has been drugged," Dr. Lee said calmly but cautiously. "However, we can not say exactly how this happened or what substance was used without more testing."Clinton's brow furrowed in mock surprise and concern. "Drugged? That is quite shocking, Doctor. Do you have any idea how something like this could have happened?Amaya agreed with a nod, her face carefully arranged in disbelief. "Yes, Doctor, we are all just as concerned as you. It truly baffles me."Dr. Lee sighed and returned his gaze to James. "I have some suspicions, but I would rather not spe
There was a sense of tension and unease in the room as the door to Dr. Lee's office closed firmly behind Lilly. Clinton and Amaya looked at each other, silently acknowledging how close they had come to being exposed, relief flickering in their eyes. Clinton had made the hasty but deliberate decision to fire Lilly right away in order to silence her before her charges gained any traction.Amaya let out a slow breath, a hint of discomfort now visible through her smooth exterior. "That was... unexpected," she said softly but firmly as she turned to face Clinton. "We have to be more careful. Fatima was watching me like a hawk."Clinton paced the room while holding his hands behind his back and nodding. "I am aware. However, Lilly's dismissal was the right decision. It instantly discredits her and calls into question anything she may attempt to say in the future. Nonetheless, Fatima's suspicion is concerning. We need to tread carefully."Amaya folded her arms and her expression darkened. "