Justin paced the length of his office, the tension from the legal battles gnawing at his nerves. Every move Ethan made felt calculated, designed to exploit both Justin’s vulnerabilities and his patience. Mark had stepped out for a moment, leaving Justin momentarily alone with his thoughts.The sound of the intercom jarred him from his musings. “Mr. Drogonuv,” the receptionist’s voice said, “there’s a visitor here to see you. Mr. Andrew Kensington.”Justin froze. It's been many years since he last heard that name. Andrew Kensington is a giant in the business world. The advisor who looked after Justin in the early days of rising, Andrew's advice helps navigate some of the toughest organizational challenges he faced. Their paths were different now but Andrew's influence remains in Justin's decision-making.“Send him up,” Justin said, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity.A few minutes later, Andrew then walked into the office. His presence was as commanding as ever. His salt-and-pe

The weight of Justin’s decisions often came in the form of sleepless nights and constant pressure.But as the battle with Ethan rages on, new challenges arise. The challenges would test Justin's judgment more than any market movement or boardroom battle could ever do. One evening, Justin was sitting in his private office, staring at the pile of files on his desk. Each of which represented his business. He has always been someone who thrives under pressure, but this time felt different. The next move he was about to make was even necessary. But it has consequences that go beyond the scope of business. Mark stood in the doorway. His silhouette was surrounded by the dim light of the hallway. “Are you still awake?” he asked, he asked quietly, already knowing the answer. “Yes,” Justin answered without looking up. “This is bigger than just Ethan. I need to be sure I’m making the right call.” Mark entered into the room, feeling concerned. “What’s happening?” Justin placed one file asi

The tense silence that followed the final trick was almost deafening. For weeks, Justin and Ethan were locked in a battle of wits. Now the results are clear.But the cost of it all weighed heavily on Justin. The first rays of dawn streamed through his office window, he leaned back in his chair and stared at the document in front of him. The final move has been made. And he came out on top. But the victory felt empty. It was as if all the sacrifice was too heavy to bear. Mark stood by the door, his face was a mixture of relief and exhaustion. “We did it. It’s over. Ethan’s been removed from the equation, and his alliance crumbled.”Justin's eyes were fixed on the paper in front of him, even though his mind was far away, “Yes, but at what price?” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Mark hesitated, sensing the inner turmoil Justin was experiencing. “You’ve secured your empire, Justin. That’s what matters. You’ve won.”But Justin couldn't shake the feeling that he had lo

The faint sounds of conversation echoed throughout the conference room as Justin entered. His presence instantly caused silence. It had been a week since his heartfelt address to the party. The atmosphere became lighter, but the burden of rebuilding remains huge. “Good morning,” Justin began in a firm yet approachable voice. “Today we are focused on partnerships. We lost a few allies. But that doesn't mean we can't win them back. or create new alliances.”Mark stood, clicking through a presentation on the projector. "We’ve identified three key partners who are critical to stabilizing our supply chain. Two of them, Grant Holdings and Sapphire Logistics, have cooled toward us, likely due to Ethan’s influence. The third, MorganTech, is still undecided."Justin leaned forward, his sharp gaze scanning the room. "Who’s managing these accounts?"A woman near the end of the table raised her hand. "That would be me, Mr. Drogonuv. I’ve already reached out to Sapphire Logistics for a meeting ne

The first signs of trouble came at dawn. Justin had finished his first cup of coffee few minutes before his phone started getting notified. He glanced at the screen. His eyes narrowed when he saw the flurry of emails and missed calls. “Mark,” he said sharply, Picked up the phone and walked to the conference room.Mark was already seated at the table, his face grim. "It’s the Chandler deal," he said, pushing a tablet across the table.Justin scanned the document. His jaw dropped as he read Chandler Corporation, one of the company's most important partnerships has suddenly withdrawn from the multi-million dollar project. Their reason? A leaked memo suggesting that Justin’s company was under investigation for breaching regulatory compliance."This memo is fake," Justin said coldly, tossing the tablet onto the table.Mark nodded. "We traced it back to Ethan’s camp. He’s playing dirty, using forged documents to spread doubt among our partners."Justin paced the room, his mind racing. The