The room buzzed with a renewed sense of urgency. Abigail's surprise was deep as she processed the shocking revelation about her keycard. She looked around the room, her eyes wide with disbelief."This can not be right," Abigail said, her voice trembling. "I have no idea how my keycard was used."Sebastian leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Abigail, are you sure there’s no way your keycard could have been duplicated or stolen?"Abigail shook her head vehemently. "I keep it with me at all times. There is no way someone could have taken it without my knowledge."Anthony interjected, his tone calm but firm. "We need to consider all possibilities. If Abigail's keycard was used, someone had to have access to it, or a way to duplicate it. The next logical step is to question the security guards."Sebastian nodded in agreement. “That is true, let’s bring in the security team. We need to get to the bottom of this."Sebastian picked up the phone and made the call to the security department. Wit
The investigation resumed with the same intensity as before, but this time, the focus was on the cleaning department. The team assembled the twenty cleaners in the conference room, each wearing a mix of curiosity and apprehension on their faces. Abigail and Anthony stood at the front, ready to question them.Abigail took a deep breath, her voice steady but firm. "We need to ask you all some questions about the secure storage room and the whereabouts of Samuel, the old cleaner."The cleaners exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. One by one, they were questioned about their routines, their access to the secure storage room, and any unusual activities they might have noticed involving Samuel.Anthony's sharp eyes scanned the room, searching for any signs of deception. "Has anyone seen Samuel today? Does anyone know where he might be?"A middle-aged cleaner named Maria stepped forward. "I saw him last week around the secure storage room, but I have not seen him today. He usuall
Juan’s fingers danced over the keyboard, the glow from her monitor reflecting the determination etched on her face. The rest of the IT team was spread across the room, their screens flickering with lines of code and diagnostic tools. Despite the frenetic energy, Juan was calm, her mind laser-focused on the pattern she had discovered."Mr. Prime." She whispered, barely audible above the hum of the computers. William leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he followed the trail of code Juan had highlighted."You are onto something, Juan." He said, his voice a mix of hope and exhaustion. "Keep going."Juan nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. After what felt like hours, she finally leaned back in her chair, a triumphant smile creeping across her face. "I think I have got it." She said, more to herself than anyone else.William peered over her shoulder. "Did you find a way to override it?""Yes sir," Juan replied, her voice steady. "But I need to test it on a single system first.""Us
142Sebastian arrived at the warehouse district, the old buildings looking like silent sentinels in the night. Anthony and several security personnel were already there, their faces set with determination. “Where was he seen?" Sebastian asked, his voice low and urgent.Anthony pointed towards a dilapidated building at the far end of the street. "One of our contacts spotted him entering that warehouse. We have men posted at all exits. He won't get away this time."Sebastian nodded, his jaw set. "Let's move.''The group moved swiftly and silently, spreading out to cover all possible escape routes. Sebastian, Anthony, and two security guards approached the main entrance. With a nod from Sebastian, they burst through the door, their flashlights cutting through the darkness.The inside of the warehouse was a maze of crates and machinery, casting long, eerie shadows. The air was thick with dust, and the only sound was the echo of their footsteps.Sebastian's heart pounded in his chest as
Sebastian paced his office, his mind a whirlpool of strategies and contingencies. Every second was crucial now. He knew the enemy was closing in fast, and any misstep could mean the end of Prime Enterprise 2. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the city lights streaming through the large windows. He could see the faint reflection of himself, a man burdened by the weight of a legacy and the pressing need to defend it.His phone buzzed, breaking his thoughts. It was Juan."Mr. President," She said, her voice urgent yet controlled, "I have completed the system overhaul. All documents, including the ones Samuel stole, have been recovered."Sebastian felt a surge of relief. "Excellent work, Juan. Ensure this information remains strictly between us. No one else can know about this until the right moment.""Understood, Mr. President,"Juan replied. "The new system is secure, and I've taken additional measures to ensure there are no breaches.""Thank you, Juan. Keep me p
A cold silence settled over Sebastian's office as Abigail unearthed the unspeakably chilling fact. Most evidently in her expression that the worry registered on his own face, and even though he did not get to see how petrified Efua was backroom. William Prime was collapsed into a chair still unable to make logical sense of it all, his face gave away the torment he must be feeling. Sebastian sat forward, his hands clasped atop the desk. “Abigail, I know this is all very overwhelming but we have to stay on task. Panicking won’t help us.”Abigail shook her head, eyes wide. “My President, you don’t get it. These are the mammoths, Jackson Holdings,Vortex Industries and Zenith Corp. If they are united in their hatred of us, we will face an unprecedented war. William scratched his head and piped, “But why? Why would they chase Prime Enterprise 2 so much? What do they stand to gain?” Sebastian let out a slow breath as he tried to keep his tone steady. “The business world was driven by pow
The morning sun barely crept over the horizon when Sebastian's office phone buzzed once more. His eyes, bloodshot from a night of relentless strategizing, glanced at the caller ID: Anthony Walker. Sebastian picked up the phone, his voice gruff from exhaustion. “Anthony, what have you got?” Anthony’s voice came through, steady yet tinged with urgency. “Boss, we have identified the main orchestrator behind the recent attacks on Prime Enterprise 2.” Sebastian's heart rate quickened, though his voice remained calm. Who would this person be and why does he want to hijack Prime Enterprise 2 from Sebatian? As anxious as Sebastian was, he was prepared to know who this person could be. “Who is it?” “Senior Nike,” Anthony replied, his tone laced with the gravity of the revelation. “The Nike family is behind this. They are trying to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs.” A silence followed, heavy with the weight of the news. Sebastian’s grip on the phone tightened. He had
Warm light filled the room as the morning sun streamed through the courthouse windows. Everyone was waiting anxiously to see how the trial would proceed. With an incomprehensible expression, Sebastian sat at the defense table, his thoughts racing. William and Abigail huddled next to him, going over their notes in preparation for the struggle to come.At the head of his legal team, Senior Nike walked confidently into the courtroom. With a determined expression on his face, he took a seat. The court was called to order by the woman judge, who had a sharp appearance and piercing eyes. She spoke loudly enough to be heard throughout the room, "Court is now in session. We will carry on with the Prime Enterprise 2 case. Senior Nike, feel free to provide your proof.”Senior Nike stood with an old document bundle in his hands. With purposeful steps, he made his way to the front of the courtroom. "Your Honor, these records will conclusively demonstrate my ownership of Prime Enterprise 2."The