The bar was dimly lit, with a few scattered patrons nursing their drinks in quiet corners. The heavy smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Dario sat at the back, swirling his glass of whiskey, his eyes dark and brooding. He took a long sip, trying to drown out the fury boiling inside him. His mind was a storm of rage, replaying the news of Hardin’s latest victory over and over."Vacation?" he muttered to himself, his grip tightening on the glass. "That smug bastard’s on vacation while he ruins everything I've worked for?"Just then, the door creaked open, and Jane Smith, dressed in a sleek black coat, slipped into the bar. She spotted Dario and strode over to his table, sliding into the seat across from him. She raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension radiating off him. “You look like you could kill someone.”Dario’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, a dangerous glint in them as he downed the rest of his drink.Dario grits his teeth. “It’s that damn Hardin. He
The early morning sun barely filtered through the windows of the airport terminal as Hardin leaned back in his seat, his mind still replaying the events from last night. Natalie’s birthday party had been lively, filled with laughter, drinks, and lighthearted moments. But Layla… Layla had been different.He glanced across the aisle of the plane where she sat now, slumped in her seat, a pair of oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes from the world. She looked miserable, hungover from last night’s drinking spree, and Hardin could still feel the awkward tension lingering between them.Her hand had brushed against his as she tried to steady herself while drunk, the scent of alcohol heavy on her breath as she’d almost kissed him. Hardin had pulled away, laughing it off like it was nothing—just a drunken mistake—but the uneasiness in the air refused to disappear.He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze flicking over to her again. Layla hadn’t said a word since they boarded the flight
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Hardin's estate, casting long shadows across the sleek wooden floors of the foyer. Hardin adjusted his tie as he stood by the front door, ready to leave for the office. His mind was still buzzing from the weekend trip to Miami, especially after the awkwardness that lingered between him and Layla. The tension hadn’t dissipated, but he figured the best thing to do was focus on his work.As he reached for his briefcase, his butler, Mr. Sebastian, approached with a somber look on his face, holding an envelope in his hand. "Sir, before you go, I believe you should see this."Hardin glanced at the envelope, recognizing the familiar handwriting of their long-time chef, Mrs. Whitmore. Confused, he took the letter and opened it, his brows furrowing as he read the contents.Hardin frowns. "A resignation? Why now?"Mrs. Whitmore had been with the family for over a decade, practically part of the household. Her sudden decision to leave seeme
Hardin sat at the large dining table, eyeing the freshly prepared meal laid out before him. His new chef, Noah, stood nearby, watching him with a calm, almost confident demeanor. Hardin picked up his fork, cutting into the tender steak and taking a bite. The rich, savory flavor melted in his mouth, immediately catching his attention.Hardin hums. "Impressive. You've got quite the skill, Noah."Noah smiled slightly, bowing his head in appreciation. "Thank you, sir. I’m glad it meets your expectations. I hope to bring more variety and flavor to your kitchen."Hardin nodded, setting his fork down and giving Noah an approving glance. "I think you'll fit in just fine here. Consider yourself officially hired."Noah's smile widened, and he gave a polite nod. "I won’t let you down, sir."Hardin stood, patting Noah on the shoulder as he left the dining room, feeling a weight lifted now that the position had been filled. The new chef seemed competent and efficient, but there was something a
Karina sat at the café, her polished nails tapping nervously on the marble table. She was waiting for someone she had thought of as not only a close friend but also a potential savior for her company: Angela Matthews. They had known each other for years, and Karina had counted on this meeting to secure Angela as a shareholder for her struggling business after Luke’s arrest had caused a loss of investors.Angela arrived, all smiles and pleasantries at first, and they exchanged the usual small talk. But as soon as the conversation turned to business, the atmosphere shifted.Karina smiles widely. "I think you'd be a great fit as a shareholder, Angela. We've always worked so well together, and I know you trust me."Angela glanced down at her coffee, stirring it quietly before speaking. She clears her throat awkwardly. "Karina... I really wish I could help. I mean, I want to... but, given everything going on with Luke—"Karina interrupts. "That has nothing to do with the business. Luke
Natalie walked into Hardin’s home office with her laptop tucked under her arm, her steps purposeful. She had spent the entire weekend digging through sources, tracking down every piece of information she could find on Dario. Today, she was ready to hand over what could be the breakthrough Hardin needed.Hardin was sitting at his desk, his eyes focused on a stack of papers in front of him, but he looked up when she entered. His expression shifted from tiredness to curiosity.Natalie smiles widely. "I’ve got something you’ll want to see."She pulled out her laptop, placing it on his desk, and opened a file filled with emails, financial documents, and incriminating information. Hardin leaned forward, scanning through the pages. His brows furrowed, then a slow smile crept onto his face.Hardin looked impressed. "This is good, Natalie. Really good. How did you even get all this?"Natalie smirks widely feeling proud of herself. "I have my ways. Dario’s been covering his tracks, but not
Hardin paced the vast hall of the event venue where his project launch was to be held the next day. The place buzzed with workers running back and forth, setting up lights, arranging tables, and ensuring everything was in perfect order. The event was crucial for him—it marked the launch of his new business venture that could shift the entire market. Investors, business moguls, and media outlets were all expected to attend.Hardin had spent weeks planning every detail. The project was too important to fail. He had thought of everything—except, perhaps, for sabotage.Just as he was double-checking the final arrangements with his assistant, a crew member rushed over, his face pale with panic.The crew member was out of breath "Mr. Richard, we’ve got a problem."Hardin frowned, sensing trouble. His heart raced a bit faster as he asked. "What is it?"Crew member swallowed nervously. "The main cables... someone cut them. The entire power system for the launch presentation is down. It’ll
Hardin stood at the head of the table, the tension in the room thick as he waited for everyone to settle in. Layla, Natalie, and Travis all sat around him, their expressions a mix of concern and focus. The events of the day weighed heavily on them, especially after the near-death experience with the chandelier and the sabotage that had already put the project launch at risk.Hardin begins. "I’ve gathered you all here because I believe we have a serious problem on our hands." His voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge to it. "This sabotage—it’s not random. I have reason to suspect that Dario and Karina are behind it.”Layla shifted in her seat, glancing around the room before speaking. "It makes sense. Dario’s been desperate to get ahead, and Karina has a grudge, especially after what happened to her brother. If anyone has a reason to sabotage the launch, it’s them."Natalie, who had been quietly listening, crossed her arms, her journalist instincts kicking in.Natalie nods.