Gregory Lin loved being the loudest voice in the boardroom. He wore tailored suits, always a shade too bright, and carried the latest phone, slamming it onto the table during meetings to get attention. He laughed loudly, cracked crude jokes, and made junior staff uncomfortable with his constant bragging. Years ago, when Brent Walker was just Sarah’s assistant, Gregory made it a point to humiliate him in front of the others. “Coffee boy, can’t you even walk straight?” “What, too broke to buy decent shoes?” Gregory would toss Brent’s paperwork across the table, smirking, while Sarah chuckled beside him. Brent’s jaw would tighten, but he would pick up the papers quietly and continue working. Now, Gregory stood in the shimmering lobby of the Chen Industries tower, sipping his overpriced espresso, scrolling through social media. “Another record quarter.” “Chen Indu

Kenneth Chow believed in two things: money and power. He buttoned his navy suit jacket with steady hands, admiring himself in the mirror of the West Regency Hotel’s executive restroom. His hair was slicked back perfectly, shoes polished to a mirror shine, and his gold cufflinks gleamed under the white lights. Today, he would speak on the main stage at the Asia-Pacific Legal Integrity Conference. Hundreds of lawyers, judges, and corporate clients were in attendance, eyes all waiting to hear Kenneth Chow’s “wisdom.” “Protecting Corporate Integrity,” his topic read on the digital banners. Kenneth smirked. Irony was delicious. Years ago, Kenneth was the senior lawyer for Chen Industries. Whenever Brent Walker submitted proposals, Kenneth would “lose” them, rolling his eyes. “Coffee boy trying to think,” he once sneered, tossing Brent’s files into the trash. “You’re not lawyer m