Ethan Crawford paced the length of his expansive office, his normally calm demeanor unraveling. The fallout from the leaked financial reports spread faster than he expected. His phone buzzed incessantly with calls from concerned investors and angry board members seeking clarification. “How did this happen?” he shouted at the assistant standing nervously by the door. “We are still investigating,” the assistant stammered. "The leak came from someone with deep knowledge of your operations. It’s too coordinated to be random."Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Justin," he muttered. "He’s behind this. Who else would dare?"The assistant hesitated before speaking. "There’s more, sir. Several investors are beginning to pull out of the Harbourland project."Ethan froze. The Harborland project is a gem. It is a multi-billion dollar real estate endeavor designed to cement industry domination."How many?" he demanded."Three so far," the assistant admitted. "And rumors are spreading that more might foll

The midnight air was cool and still as Ethan sat in the study. His fingers drummed nervously on the edge of the polished oak table. A small whiskey glass sat motionless next to him. His gaze turned to Vance, who was sitting still on a chair across the room. His dark suit blended in with the shadows. “Tell me,” Ethan said, his voice barely containing any urgency.Vance leaned forward, his grin sharp and predatory. “We hit him where it hurts the most—his people. Justin prides himself on loyalty, doesn’t he? His team, his inner circle… it’s his greatest strength and his biggest weakness.”Ethan’s brows furrowed. “What are you suggesting?”“We spread distrust,” Vance explained, his tone calm yet venomous. “Plant rumors. Create fractures. Make his people question him. If they falter, his empire will crumble from within.”Ethan hesitated, the weight of the suggestion pressing against his already fragile conscience. But the image of Justin’s smirk, his unyielding confidence, fueled Ethan’s

Justin stood by his office window, gazing at the city of his battlefields and greatest achievements. The sun is setting, shining a bright orange light across the horizon. But for Justin, the allure of the beauty of the landscape disappeared. His thoughts were occupied with the photograph from his bag. It was a picture of Claire with the note. The world he had fought so hard for seemed to crumble before his eyes. First, Claire's resignation, then the calculated move by Ethan to bring her down.Justin could feel the weight of betrayal pressing down on him. His phone rang on the table, putting him out of his thoughts. He looked at the screen - Mark“Justin, we need to talk,” Mark's voice came through the receiver. Urgent but controlled "There's something you need to know." It’s about Claire."Justin’s stomach twisted. "I already know. She’s out."There was a pause at the other end of the line. “That's not the whole story. Claire didn’t leave on her own terms. Ethan... Ethan made h

The city skyline flickers outside Justin's office window. The deafening sound of traffic and the occasional siren barely rang in the background. Inside, the whole world seemed to be collapsing. The silence is deafening. Justin sat at the table and stared at the pile of papers in front of him. Each document is a reminder of the war he fought. And the war is yet to come. It had been several days since a secret message from an anonymous source had shaken him to the core. Ethan's next move is still unknown. It takes over Justin's mind and causes him to become paranoid, making him unable to fully trust anyone. Is there really a mole in his camp? Or is it just another ploy designed to make Ethan uncomfortable? Justin ran a hand through his hair. The weight of the situation pressed down on him. He couldn't let his guard down—not now. The more time he spent on constant surveillance, the pressure only began to weigh on him. The door to his office opened slowly. And Mark walked inside. H

The weight of betrayal was heavy on Justin's chest. But he refuses to let it cripple him. Fighting with Ethan, Claire's betrayal, and Langston's Growing Influence, everything seems to be spinning.But Justin knows he has only one way to finish what he started. That is, dissecting his enemies piece by piece, no matter what it is going to cost him. As he sat in the back of the car, the city lights flickered like a fleeting opportunity he had missed. Justin stared out the vanishing window as his mind raced through the various options available to him, each more dangerous than the last. He could feel the tension building in his chest, the pressure that only precedes one final major move. He was done playing games. This was no longer about corporate strategy; this was personal.“Where are we headed?” Mark’s voice broke through Justin’s thoughts, a slight edge of concern in his tone. He had always been the loyal one, the reliable sidekick. But even Mark was starting to sense the shift in