Jason’s hand tightened around the phone as he pressed the redial button again. His heart pounded, but not from fear as he was now used to high-stakes situations. No, this time, it was the sudden shift in his usual routine that had him on edge. He had specifically called his driver, Crux, to pick him up from the parking lot instead of the usual bus stop two blocks away. It wasn’t something he’d normally do, but something about today felt different. The people on the sidewalk had already started to notice, eyes tracking the car as it pulled out of the lot. Jason didn’t care about the stares. And right now, he couldn’t even shake off the feeling that he was being watched.“Everything alright?” Jason asked, his gaze sharp, glancing out the window to check their surroundings.“Everything’s fine, sir,” Crux replied, keeping his voice steady, but Jason could see the faint tension in the man’s posture. It was subtle, but it was there. Jason’s instincts were never wrong. As they merged onto

Saturday morning arrived with a sharp chill, though nothing could match the cold dread that gripped the hearts of the few who had received Mr. Winston Arkwrath’s urgent summons. The letter, sealed with his unmistakable crest, had been delivered by his trusted butler, who had personally ensured its arrival to 59 of the most influential figures in ArkWrath. It wasn’t just any letter, it was an order. An unspoken one wrapped in formality, the kind of message that left no room for questions.Winston ArkWrath had never been a man to waste words. The letter contained only the essentials: an emergency meeting to be held two days later at the headquarters, a gathering of all major stakeholders, executives, and department heads. It was clear this was not an invitation, it was a command and no one could ignore the weight of the situation.But it wasn’t just the letter that carried the message. At the same time, an email had arrived in the inboxes of the same group, each one coming directly fro

It was now Monday, and the glass conference room hummed with the subtle buzz of activity. The room, sleek and modern, exuded power as its polished floors reflecting the sharp, angular edges of the classy furniture. The walls, adorned with massive digital screens, displayed the ArkWrath logo in stark contrast to the otherwise single colour, grey decor. Two reporters, seasoned professionals known for breaking the most confidential news from headquarters, sat in their designated corner, marked Media Section. They were quiet but observant, poised with their pens ready to capture not just the words spoken but the unsaid. The emotions, the shifts in energy, nothing was beyond their scrutiny. They had spent seven years in that room, learning to decode the faintest sigh, the flicker of an eyelash, the nervous shift of a hand. In this world of power drift and secrecy, they were now masters of reading between the lines. Today, however, something felt different, more dangerously exciting. The r

The meeting had reached a critical point, and the tension was hotter than ever. Winston ArkWrath had just announced the unexpected decision to name his son, Jason, as his successor. A murmur of surprise had rippled through the room, and the once-steadfast supporters of Winston seemed unsure how to react. Some exchanged anxious glances, others appeared relieved, but no one dared to voice their true feelings, not in front of Winston. To many, it seemed like a peaceful moment. But for those who truly understood the dynamics at play, it was a carefully orchestrated facade that threatened to crack wide open. Winston raised his hand, signaling for quiet. “We’ll take a 5-minute break,” he declared, his voice commanding yet oddly calm. “During this time, I’d like to address any concerns that might have arisen regarding my decision to name Jason as my successor. I know many of you must have your doubts... perhaps you feel uncertain about this choice. But I assure you, this is the right dec

Jason sat in the president's chair, his posture straight, his expression unreadable as the weight of the moment pressed down upon him. His father, once the man who had sat in this seat with authority and charisma, now stood up and shook Jason’s hand, the passing of an era unfolding in a single gesture. The sight of the handshake reverberated around the silent room, the only thing louder than the action itself was the uncertainty hanging thick in the air. His father’s exit was swift, deliberate, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. Mauve, Winston’s brother, followed soon after, calling out behind him in an attempt to stall his departure."Wait, brother," Mauve’s voice was firm, the kind of tone that left little room for argument, "Don’t head straight to your office just yet. Come to mine. We’ll talk about what comes next over a cup of coffee. Retirement’s on my mind as well. We can make plans together."Winston’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment, but he didn’t reply immediatel