Franklin Miles arrived at Miles Empire early the next morning, feeling the weight of everything that had happened over the past few days. He decided not to bring Conor and the rest of his security team back with him; he needed them to stay behind and continue to protect the Empire State Hotel. He couldn’t risk another attack, not with so much at stake.Immediately he walked through the front doors, he sensed the tension in the air. The usually bustling lobby was quiet, the employees moving with a sense of purpose but also with an underlying unease. The conversations were hushed, and every face he passed wore a worried expression. It was clear that everyone was on edge, aware of the seriousness of the current situation but unsure of how it would all be resolved.Vera and Ms. Deborah was waiting for him near the elevator, their expressions too was tense but they were relieved to see him. Vera was the first to speak, her tone cautious. "Sir Franklin, how was your trip back?"He nodded, o
After a very long discussion and deliberation, it became clear to Franklin, Mr. Stephen, and Mr. Russell that they needed to take action quickly to deal with the crisis at Miles Empire.They all realized that their company was in a precarious situation, and it required all hands on deck to fix things. Franklin took a deep breath and broke the silence."Alright," Franklin said, breaking the tense silence that hung in the room. "We have to split the tasks to handle this crisis effectively. I'm going to dig into this sabotage. It's clear someone inside the company wants to bring us down, and I need to find out who." He looked at Vera and Ms. Deborah, his expression serious. "I can't do this on my own. Vera, Deborah, I’m going to need your help with this investigation."Vera, who had been quietly observing the conversation, spoke up. "Of course, Sir Franklin. We have to look into everyone who had access to the sensitive information that got leaked. Whoever did this had to know their way a
The security room was bright with several monitors flickering, each showing different parts of the building. Franklin, Vera, and Ms. Deborah stood close, watching the screens intently alongside the head of security whose name was Rick. Rick was clicking through the footage with an eagle eye. Rick scratched his chin, his eyes narrowing on one of the screens. “Hold on a second. Something doesn’t look right here,” he muttered, pointing to the monitor showing a hallway near the server room. “See that guy? He’s not supposed to be there.”Franklin shifted closer to the screen, studying the figure. “Who is that?” he asked, his brows furrowing. The figure was wearing a uniform similar to the maintenance crew, but there was something off about the way he was moving—too cautious, too aware of his surroundings.Rick continued clicking through the footage as his fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. “I don’t recognize him,” he said. “And I’ve been here long enough to know every damn face in t
The aggrieved board members of Miles Empire, having meticulously orchestrated their plan, finally arrived at the company premises. Today, their goal was to remove Mr. Miles, Mr. Stephen, Mr. Russell, and Franklin, along with their associates, from the company without offering any form of compensation.They were able to present a case to the court and obtained a court order in hand along with special forces units at their side, they were ready to execute their plan.At the time of their arrival, Mr. Russell and Mr. Stephen were making their way to the press room, preparing to address the partners with a statement to refute recent misinformation. They had just rounded a corner when a team of special forces agents, under Mr. Thayer’s orders, approached them with determined strides.“Excuse me, gentlemen,” one of the officers said firmly, blocking their path. “We have orders to escort you to the main lobby.”Mr. Stephen looked taken aback, his face showing a mix of confusion and anger. “Wh
Every single eye in the lobby darted between the faces of Franklin, Mr. Stephen, and Mr. Russell, and then at Mr. Thayer, Mr. Patel, Mr. Lee, Mr. Reynolds, and the rest of the board members.Some of the employees could be heard saying. "Maybe it’s time for a change. Mr. Thayer seems to have a plan to get us out of this mess""If they’ve been mismanaging things as badly as Thayer says, maybe we’re better off with new leadership."Franklin took a step closer to Mr. Thayer and spoke with anger. “You have no right to do this!” he said with a raised voice. “This company was built by my father’s blood, sweat, and tears. It’s his legacy, and it belongs to me. How dare you try to take it away with some flimsy court order?”Mr. Thayer folded his arms and took a solid stance before he replied coolly, “The court order is anything but flimsy, Franklin. It is a legal directive based on evidence—evidence of your mismanagement and reckless decisions. The company’s board has every right to intervene
There was a pause in the big lobby as everyone stared at the paper Mr. Patel held. Some people came closer, trying to see better. Their faces showed that they were confused and worried."If they really signed this paper to cut our pay in half, then they are not helping us at all!" someone said loudly with anger. "I can't believe I trusted them!""They are trying to hide their mistakes. We should think about keeping our jobs, not about who gets to be the boss. Maybe we need new people in charge after all," another person spoke up.Gasps filled the room. The people were shocked and scared. The workers started to talk to each other in worried whispers.Mr. Patel looked at the crowd, his eyes serious. "Yes, that’s right," he said, pointing at the paper for everyone to see. "This paper says they want to cut your pay by half! They don't want to take the blame for the bad choices they made. They want to make you pay for their mistakes. Is this fair?"He looked around the room. "Think about i
Bill Ford stepped out of his fancy black car, adjusting his suit jacket as he took in the sight of his daughter’s home. It had been far too long since his last visit. He’d been caught up with the issues surrounding his divorce, the threats, and the negotiations with Catherine. But now, he was here. He had to make things right with Casey.Maria, the maid, was already waiting by the front door when Bill approached. Her eyes held a mixture of surprise and concern, though she remained polite.“Good afternoon, Mr. Ford,” Maria greeted, her voice steady. “Miss Casey is inside. I’ll let her know you’re here.”Bill gave a curt nod. “Thank you, Maria.” He stepped into the foyer, the familiar scent of lavender drifting through the air. He glanced around the spacious entryway, his thoughts swirling with worry and regret. The house felt as grand and pristine as ever, but it was missing the warmth he remembered.Maria gestured toward the living room. “Please, have a seat. I’ll let Miss Casey know
Franklin stood in the entrance of the company building, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. Mr. Russell and Mr. Stephen were beside him, their faces lined with frustration and disbelief. The three of them had just been asked to leave the company by Mr. Thayer and the other board members, and now the weight of the situation hung heavily between them. Franklin cleared his throat, trying to find the right words to break the silence."Listen," Franklin began, his voice low and strained. "Both of you should go home. Get some rest. Let me handle this from here. It's all my fault anyway." His eyes flickered between the two men, searching for some sign of agreement.Mr. Russell shook his head. "No, Franklin, this isn't just on you. We all played a part in this mess. Besides, we're a team. We should face this together."Mr. Stephen sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck with a weary hand. "I don't like the idea of leaving you to deal with this alone, Franklin. But maybe you're right.