After speaking with William, Abigail was more determined than ever. Every step she took was no longer met with the chilling grip of fear. She finally had a strong ally who could handle whatever came her way.As she arrived at her office, her phone buzzed and she recognized the name on the screen even though it was an unknown number.She answered after a brief moment of hesitation, her voice firm against the anxiety that tried to seep in. "What is it that you want?!”The blackmailer's voice was cold, calculated, and threatening. "You did not speak to the press, Abigail. You ignored my demand to expose Sebastian. Unwise decision."Abigail clenched her fist, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to maintain her voice. "I am done with your games! It will not work anymore, no matter how hard you try to frighten me."There was a deep laugh coming from the other end of the line. "You believe that you are safe because William Prime is on your side, right? Abigail, I have your secrets. I
Seated in the Prime family mansion's office, Sebastian's attention was fixed on the developing situation, and his mind was constantly buzzing with ideas. He was aware that they were almost done finding the blackmailer, and the excitement was eating away at him like a vicious beast.Just as Sebastian's thoughts began to drift toward the next steps, he was drawn to the sound of approaching footsteps. With a determined yet urgent expression, he looked up as Anthony walked into the room. Anthony walked up to the desk with a thick manila folder in his hands, not waiting for an invitation.Anthony spoke quietly but firmly, "Boss, I have what we need."Sebastian sat up straight, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the folder. "Are you certain?" His tone was measured as he asked, showing no signs of internal impatience.Anthony firmly nodded. "I have evidence to support my claim that Abigail is being blackmailed by Jonathan Page, our HR director. After some time, everything came together.”H
“Mr President? Mr. Vice? What is the issue, you summoned for a meeting this late.” One of the senior members said.Sebastian then made a gesture for them to be seated, as he did not want William Prime to be interrupted.William stood up slowly and deliberately, pocketing the flash drive. "You will be given a choice, Ms. Page," he said, his voice full of finality. "Resign quietly and this will remain between us. Or refuse, and I will make sure that every piece of evidence we have becomes public. The authorities will get involved, and your career, everything you have worked for, will be destroyed.“Ms. Page? What is going on here.” Another member whispered, looking lost.“I am lost myself, I do not know.” Another senior member responded.As the realization of the situation set in, Page's hands trembled and she clutched the chair's armrests. William Prime was not bluffing, as far as she knew. She would be wrecked if the evidence was made public. Accepting the deal, leaving in silence, a
Page's words lingered in the air, and Sebastian felt a cold knot form in his stomach. The room's mood had changed from one of shock to one of intense curiosity, and even fear. Who could have been the person who so skillfully manipulated Page?Senior members looked at each other, whispers growing as they attempted to piece together the information that had just been disclosed.As Ms. Page wiped the tears that were pouring down her face, her hands trembled. Her once commanding and powerful voice had become little more than a whisper. "The money was not the only factor... It was the assurance of status and power. He made me an offer to become Vice President of Prime Enterprises and a big sum of money.""Page, you were willing to betray everything, to take my place, and to push my nephew away as the president of this enterprise?" William Prime said slowly, his voice heavy with disappointment. What is it all for? Money? Power?”"What is his name?" Demanding in a frustrated tone, Mr. Foste
Ms. Page arrived at Prime Enterprises earlier than usual, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and resignation. The morning air was still crisp when she entered the towering structure, but she did not notice. The weight of her decisions and the consequences she knew would follow made every step she took toward her office feel heavier.Workers who had greeted her with respect a moment earlier avoided making eye contact as she walked down the hallway, their whispers barely audible. Her once-dominant presence had diminished to the level of mere office gossip, and she could feel the change in the air. She could not do anything to stop the humiliation that burned inside of her. Now that her bed was made, she was forced to lie in it.Upon arriving at her office, Ms. Page paused at the entrance. It felt like a tomb, this once-inviting room filled with awards and mementos of her accomplishments. The smell of leather and polished wood welcomed her for the final time as she pushed the door
When Abigail saw the messages, her brow furrowed. "Do you think we will discover anything?""We have to try," Sebastian said, "but I do not know." Whoever this "Alexander Kent" is, I will not allow him to get away with what he is done because he is dangerous.With a fresh sense of resolve, Abigail nodded. "Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help."After glancing at her briefly, Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I will. But I have to concentrate on this for now. Thank you for coming to speak with me, Abigail."She smiled slightly, grateful for his understanding. "Of course, my President. And thank you for accepting my apologies.”Sebastian called Anthony as soon as Abigail left the office, his mind buzzing with all the possible outcomes. When Anthony picked up, Sebastian wasted no time."Anthony, I have something for you to look into. Ms. Page provided me with a name and a number."He spoke quickly to Anthony, who was listening carefully on the other end."Alexander Kent?" Antho
Sebastian stared at the phone, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. His thoughts were consumed by the name "Alexander Kent," which hovered like a black cloud over the investigation. Even though he appeared calm, something inside of him blazed with a desire to find out. He took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and purposefully moved his fingers to dial Anthony's number.After a few ringing rings, Anthony's well-known voice finally emerged, steady but with the weariness of someone who has been working nonstop."Boss, I am still looking, but 'Alexander Kent' is proving difficult to track down. Every lead I follow either leads nowhere or back to vague, untraceable sources. "It is as if this name was designed to lead us astray.As he listened, Sebastian's jaw tightened. "Do not give up, Anthony. Whoever 'Alexander Kent' is, he is not a ghost. He exists, and pursuing Prime Enterprises was a huge mistake. We must expose him in any way possible.""I understand, sir," Anthony
Beauty Carter was deep in thought, still reeling from the conversation that had just ended, when her office phone rang again, breaking the tense silence. The tone demanded attention; it was sharp. She hesitated a moment before taking up the phone, the calmness of her voice belying the raging storm within."Ms. Carter," the executive secretary's clipped voice uttered. "You are required in the boardroom for a senior management meeting. Please make your way there right away."Beauty felt her heart skip a beat. A meeting with senior management? She was not usually summoned to such high-level gatherings. Something was not right. She swallowed her discomfort and said, "I will be right there," before hanging up.She straightened her skirt and adjusted her suit jacket as she stood there, attempting to hide the chaos inside of her. Her mind raced as she headed toward the boardroom. Could this have anything to do with her recent choice? The timing did not seem quite right. As she neared the