Anthony poured over files, scanned documents, and went over every detail they had regarding the indistinct figure from the video footage for the remainder of the night. His hands were typing methodically on the keyboard, his eyes bloodshot, his mind racing with urgency. The video remained visible on the main screen, albeit grainy and incredibly confusing. His group had improved it somewhat, but not enough to offer a clear identification.He muttered under his breath, "Come on... come on," as he flipped between databases, cross-referencing the security personnel details, employee records, and contractor lists with the video footage. After a brief pause, he brought up the profile of Jacob Ben, a name that had surfaced a few times during their search but had not yet caught his attention. . His online profile portrayed him as a tall, slender man with an unremarkable face who would fit right in with any crowd. Anthony fixed his gaze on the picture, then the video again, mentally compari

In his office, Anthony paced back and forth while a paused video still played on the screen in front of him. His gaze lingered on the image, a hazy figure captured on security footage from Prime Enterprises' parking. After days of work by his investigative team, he was finally able to make out a unique tattoo on the subject's left wrist. The design was straightforward but striking, featuring a snake encircling a dagger. Anthony was aware that he had previously seen that tattoo, but where?A faint knock distracted him from his thoughts. "Come in," he called out, his gaze still focused on the screen. A junior investigator, Mike, entered the room, holding a tablet."Sir, I believe we have made progress in identifying the person in the video," Mike said in a steady voice. “I ran a search on tattoos with that design, the snake and the dagger. It’s pretty unique, and it led us straight to Jacob Ben.”Anthony's expression changed from one of curiosity to triumph as his head snapped up. He

Abigail's gaze never left Jude while he faltered to stabilize himself. What had been his usual arrogant manner had given way to a twitchy nervousness. She could almost see the gears in his head turning as they frantically tried to figure out how to get out of this situation.Jude finally said, his voice strangely calm, "Jacob Ben is just a friend." "We have a very long history together. Nothing more or less than that."Abigail's eyebrow went up. "Do you mean a friend?" She moved a step closer, her voice hinting at suspicion. "So why were you talking about documents? And why did you seem to be so concerned about them?"Jude answered after a brief moment of hesitation, "Oh, that. Nothing major, just some private matters to attend to. I am getting some help from Jacob with some legal paperwork. There is no connection between the president or the Enterprise."Unconvinced, Abigail crossed her arms. "Legal paperwork?" she repeated in a doubtful tone. "You mentioned something about forged do

Abigail's abrupt interruption caused Ms. Beauty's expression to tighten, but she soon relaxed, her lips curling into a subtle, almost condescending smile. "Abigail, while I am not sure what you saw, I was definitely not in my office when you said Jude was there." she said with a kind reply. While I was away, I had meetings with the heads of other departments about the impending audit. Jude might have just happened to wander into my office while I was away, or perhaps you thought someone else was me."Undoubtedly unconvinced, Abigail's eyes narrowed. "Ms. Beauty, you can say anything you want, but I know what I saw," she shot back, cutting to the point. "I saw him coming out of your office, holding that folder, his hands shaking like he had seen a ghost."Ms. Beauty gave a small shrug, her voice becoming a little more piercing but her expression remaining calm. "Errors happen to people, Abigail. It is interesting how quickly you want to put the blame on me," she remarked, glancing at

Ms. Beauty's hands trembled as she fixed her gaze on her phone, her thoughts racing with anger and fear. Despite its spaciousness, the room had an oppressive feeling. She bit down hard, not sure what to do next, her fingers lingering over the keypad of her phone.She took a brief look at Jude's chat thread. The fool had messed things up so badly that she could not concentrate on him anymore. Compared to the larger storm that was building, he was a minor inconvenience. She felt the suspicions that the president harbored growing stronger by the minute, as he was not your typical man. Her pulse quickened as she dialed the unknown number she had called at the start of the plan against Sebastian. She had always been cautious, adhering to every instruction and ensuring that nothing could connect her directly. Now, though, things were getting out of hand, so she called him again in the hopes that he could give her some guidance.Her breath caught in her throat as the phone rang and her acqu