All the plans, all the methods to at least get food for his family had come to nothing, and even the person he had trusted to come through for him seemed to disappoint him and now he found himself on the brink of hopelessness. Beside him, Lewis was silent and was lost in his own thoughts.They had tried everything, but it seemed like the universe had also conspired against them and didn't want to forgive them. Every door they had tried to open had been slammed shut in their faces. Mr. Michael could feel the weight of his family’s expectations of him pressing down on him, and it was suffocating.The money they had stolen so far from Harvey before had barely made a dent in their growing list of needs.Then suddenly, his phone buzzed suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. “Hello?” Michael’s voice sounded reluctant and weary. He wasn't even in the mood to answer any calls.“Mr. Anderson, it’s Dante,” came the familiar voice on the other end, his tone was hushed as if he was speaking in se
Mr. Micheal and his family made their way down the long, sterile hallway of the hospital. Inhaling the scent of antiseptics and some of the nurses running up and down.As they walked, they started becoming nervous, not knowing what to expect. The last time they saw Gracia she wasn't in a good state of mind and they feared it would be worse.They were there to see Garcia, but none of them were prepared for what they might find.When they finally reached her room, Michael hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. He had braced himself for the worst, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes. Garcia lay in the bed, looking like a mere shadow of the woman she once was. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her eyes were sunken, staring blankly at the ceiling. She looked fragile as if the slightest touch might break her.Her mother gasped at the sight of her daughter, bringing a hand to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. She had known that Ga
Mr. Michael sat at the small kitchen table, staring intently at his phone, waiting for the notification. It had become a routine now, always waiting for Dante to inform him that another transfer had been successfully made. That was the only news he just wanted to hear.He was really anxious and almost thinking that he wasn't going to deliver as usual. The faint sounds of Gracia coughing lightly in the next room, gave him a steady reminder of why they were doing this. Eventually, the moment he had been waiting for. His phone buzzed, and Michael quickly snatched it up. His eyes scanned the message, and a smile spread across his face as he saw the amount: another ten thousand dollars, transferred without a hitch."We did it again," Michael said, his voice filled with relief and excitement as he turned to Lewis, who was sitting across from him. Lewis leaned in, his eyes lighted up. "How much did we get this time, Dad? I hope he made an effort this time.""Another ten thousand." Michael rep
Harvey stood in front of the mirror in his office, adjusting his tie as he prepared for an important meeting that afternoon. His mind was already occupied with the points he needed to discuss with the board, strategizing the next measures to solidify the company’s power in the market and also speak about some of the morals in the company. With Harvey, he wanted everything to be perfect.He had always prided himself on his carefulness, his ability to foresee problems before they occurred. Today was supposed to be just another day of him being on top of things, leading Stephenson Group with the confidence and precision that had become his trademark. But just as he was about to grab his briefcase and head out, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Harvey hesitated for a moment, considering letting it go to voicemail, but something urged him to pick up. "Hello, Harvey Stephenson speaking," he answered, his voice was crisp and businesslike. "Mr. Stephenson, this is Eric from First N
Harvey sat at his desk, the disturbing news from the bank was still fresh in his mind. And yet he hadn't gotten a proper solution or even found out who was behind it.He felt a mixture of anger, confusion, and betrayal brewing inside him. How could someone steal from the company without leaving a trace? And how long had this been going on under his nose? He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how this could have happened.After a few moments, he reached for the phone and dialed Professor Jason's number. Jason had been with him for years, he was a man he trusted implicitly. If anyone could help him get to the bottom of this, it was him. “Professor Jason, I need you in my office immediately,” Harvey said, his voice sounding cold and tense. “I’ll be right there,” Jason replied, sensing the urgency in Harvey’s tone.Within minutes, Professor Jason walked into the office, his usual calm behavior was still intact, though his brow furrowed with concern.
Harvey was still seated in his office, still thinking about what was going on and the individual who could’ve pulled this off without a trace.The whole thing really crushed his trust. And he was beginning to suspect everyone. Just a few weeks ago, they had wiped old records and kept the slate clean. So, hearing this really provoked something within him.He knew he needed to act smartly and carefully to identify the thief and understand their reasons, it wasn't like he was not paying every staff well. They all are earning well and according to their level and qualifications.One wrong move, and he could send the entire company into chaos. Harvey decided that he needed to take matters into his own hands. Trusting anyone else with the investigation seemed too risky, especially when it was clear that the thief was someone within the company. He would need to question his staff personally, but he had to be careful. Direct accusations could backfire and might lead to fear and paranoia amon
Dante sat across from Mr. Michael in a small, dark quiet café, trying to find words for what he was about to say. He knew that the news he was about to share was going to disrupt him.Michael looked anxious, his fingers tapping nervously on the table, waiting for Dante to say something. He could tell from Dante’s serious expression that something was wrong. Dante cleared his throat and leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Mr. Michael, we’ve got a problem," he began, choosing his words carefully. "Harvey’s starting to notice the missing funds." Michael’s eyes widened in shock. "What? How? I thought we were careful!" “I was," Dante assured him, though there was a hint of frustration in his voice. "But you know how it is—money doesn’t just disappear without someone eventually noticing. Harvey’s been snooping around, trying to figure out where the money is going." Michael felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He knew this day might come, but he hadn’t expected it so soon. "What doe
Harvey sat behind his massive expensive desk, drumming rhythmically with his fingers on the polished surface. The morning sun screened through the blinds, shining brightly across the room. However, Harvey was also not enjoying the morning sun; his mind was occupied with a lot of thoughts.Ever since the bank had notified him about the huge deductions from one of his company’s accounts, he had been on edge, determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. He picked up the phone and dialed it quickly. The line rang only once before it was picked up on the other end. "Dante Smith speaking.""Dante, it’s your boss," he said without wasting time. His voice was tense and urgent. "I need your help with something critical. There’s been a series of suspicious withdrawals from one of our accounts—large sums of money, gone without a trace. I need you to work with Professor Jason and find out who’s behind this." There was a brief silence on the other end before Dante responded, his tone was carefu
With the Stephenson Company fully back on top and leading in the business world, Harvey felt it was finally time to take a break from the city. The months of hard work, the intense focus on rebuilding the company, and the stress of dealing with betrayals had left him exhausted. He knew he needed to step away, to clear his mind and have fun. He also wanted to reward his sister Nadia for all her support and encouragement throughout the difficult times. A vacation seemed like the perfect idea.Harvey and Nadia decided on the Maldives, it was a tropical paradise known for its stunning beaches, crystal-clear waters, and luxurious resorts. It was the perfect place to loosen up and enjoy a well-deserved break. The decision made, they dove into preparations with excitement.Nadia took charge of the logistics, making sure everything was perfect for their trip. “We’re going to do this right, Harvey,” she said, grinning as she browsed through different resorts online. “No expense spared. We’ve e
For the first time in a long while, Harvey decided to take a day off. He needed it after all the stress he had been under.The Stephenson Company was running smoothly, the employees were now doing their jobs very well, all the recent crisis had been successfully managed. Harvey felt he deserved a break, a chance to relax and recharge. He spent the morning at home, catching up on some reading and enjoying a leisurely breakfast. It felt good to slow down and take a moment to breathe.Around noon, his sister Nadia came back home from a date, carrying a bag filled with lunch from their favorite deli. She was always a breath of fresh air, full of energy and good humor.“Look at you, Mr. CEO, taking a day off,” Nadia teased as she entered the kitchen. “I never thought I’d see this day.”Harvey laughed. “Even CEOs need a break sometimes,” he replied, taking the bag from her and setting it on the counter. “Besides, I thought it would be nice to spend some time with my big sister.”Nadia grinn
Finally, the day came for the unveiling of the monument. Harvey and Nadia decided to keep the ceremony small and intimate, inviting only close friends, associates, and a few trusted colleagues from the Stephenson Company. They wanted this to be a personal moment, a chance to meditate and remember their parents in a meaningful way. As the sun shone over the park, everything looked magical, Harvey stepped forward to give his speech. He looked around at the faces of those he cared about, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for their presence and support. “Thank you all for being here today,” Harvey began, his voice filled with emotion. “This monument is more than just a tribute to our parents. It’s a reminder of the values they instilled in us. the importance of kindness, integrity, and hard work. They taught us to always strive for the best, to be fair and just, and to never forget where we came from.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I know they’re not here with us today, at least n
Harvey felt a sense of calm he hadn’t experienced in years. The Stephenson Company was growing again, stronger than ever after the madness they had faced. Investors kept pouring in, new projects were being launched, and there was a new sense of willingness to work and energy among his employees.After months of indecision and hard work, Harvey could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He had protected his company and guided it back to the top. Now, he felt it was time to turn his attention to something deeply personal. By honoring his parents, who had been his guiding light throughout his journey.That evening, after another successful day at the office, Harvey returned home. The house was warm and welcoming and was filled with the comforting aroma of dinner cooking. Nadia, was in the kitchen preparing their meal, humming softly to herself.Harvey watched her for a moment, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for her presence in his life. She had been his rock, supporting him through every
After dealing with the betrayals that had nearly torn the Stephenson Company apart, Harvey knew that he also had a few other jobs to do. He understood that to truly protect the company and move forward, he needed to focus on two main areas: maintaining data security and rebuilding trust and morale among his employees. The recent events had left the staff feeling shaken and vulnerable, and Harvey figured out that he had to revive their confidence in the company and in each other.The first step Harvey took was to organize a series of internal seminars on data security and confidentiality. He wanted every employee to understand the importance of protecting company information and to learn how to recognize any likely hazards. Harvey brought in top cybersecurity experts to lead these sessions of training, making sure that the training was both thorough and engaging.The first seminar was held in the company’s main conference room, which was filled with employees who were eager to learn an
Harvey understood that now was not the time to rest on his laurels. After successfully dealing with the threats that had nearly destroyed his company, he felt the need to shore up every weakness and vulnerability within the Stephenson Company.The recent and past betrayals had left him very cautious, and he was so eager to protect his business from any future sabotage. There could be no room for error; he would leave nothing to chance.Sitting in his office, Harvey made a list of what he would be looking into. First on the list was conducting a thorough assessment of all employees. He knew that trust was a fragile thing, easily broken and difficult to repair. While he believed most of his employees were loyal, he couldn't afford to take any risks again. Every employee would be investigated, starting with the newest hires, Lily and Peter.Harvey called his secretary, Carla, into his office. She was a sharp, efficient woman who had been with the company for years and was one of the few
Mr. Michael Anderson sat on a battered old chair in the corner of his uncompleted building, staring blankly at the crumbling walls around him. The place felt more like a ruin than a home, it reminded him how far his life had fallen apart.The roof was unfinished, with sections covered only by tarps that flapped in the wind. The concrete floors were cold, and the walls were bare, just exposed brick and mortar. Outside, the sun was shining, but inside, it felt as if the darkness had already settled in.His wife sat sadly across from him on an old mattress, her face was swollen and tired. They hadn’t spoken much in days; there wasn’t much to say anymore. Every conversation seemed to lead back to the same painful topics. their son Lewis’s arrest and imprisonment, their financial situation, and the unbearable weight of guilt and regret that hung over them were overwhelming.Gracia was still in the psychiatric hospital. Her condition had worsened over the past few months. Michael knew they
Meanwhile, Harvey was sitting in his office, calm and composed. He knew the police would come knocking soon. He had expected it. After all, Hugo would try to drag him down with him, just like a drowning man grabs onto anything to stay afloat. But Harvey was also prepared. He had erased every bit of evidence, every communication that could link him to the illegal deal. He had covered his tracks meticulously.When the police arrived at Harvey’s office later that day, he was ready. They asked him to come down to the station for questioning, and he agreed without hesitation. He knew that the best defense was to appear cooperative, and innocent.At the station, they led Harvey into a different interrogation room. The detectives from earlier sat across from him, their expressions were serious but slightly stumped.“Mr. Harvey, thank you for coming in,” the first detective said. “We just have a few questions about your involvement with Hugo Bennett and Lewis Anderson.”“Of course,” Harvey re
Hugo had thought he was in the clear. He had played his part perfectly, setting up Lewis for the illegal ammunition deal, and may have gone free. Everything had gone according to Harvey’s plan, or so he thought. The police had arrested Lewis, and Hugo believed he would walk away with his freedom intact. But Hugo underestimated Harvey. He had no idea that Harvey had set him up from the very beginning.It all came crashing down when the police showed up at Hugo’s door early one morning. He was still in bed, with his eyes barely open, when he heard the loud, insistent knock, he was Startled, so he jumped up and threw on a robe, hurrying to the door with a squeezed brow wondering who it might be. As soon as he opened it, he found himself face-to-face with several stern-looking police officers.“Hugo Bennett?” one of them asked, in a firm and cold voice.“Yes, that’s me,” Hugo replied, as his heart began to pound. “What’s going on?”“You’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit illegal act