The silence in the office was deafening. Gregory paced back and forth, his mind racing through every possible outcome of the situation. Lucas had left with the promise of getting more information, but Gregory couldn’t shake the feeling that time was slipping through his fingers.Every minute spent on the defensive felt like a victory for Cartwright. It was a game of inches, and right now, Gregory was losing. The traitors within his circle, the rumors about Cartwright’s growing influence, the whispers of betrayal, all of it weighed heavily on him.His father’s legacy, the empire he was supposed to inherit, was slipping from his grasp, and he was powerless to stop it.The door to his office creaked open, breaking the silence. Gregory turned, his hand instinctively going to the drawer where he kept a hidden file, the one that had the answers he was desperately seeking. But it wasn’t Lucas who entered. It was her.The woman. The one who had given him the intel about Cartwright’s growing n

Gregory’s breath caught in his throat as Michael stepped into the room. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. His brother, the one who had vanished years ago without a trace, was standing in front of him. It felt like a ghost had returned from the past, stirring up old memories, old pain."Michael..." Gregory's voice was barely a whisper, laced with disbelief. "What are you doing here?"Michael’s eyes remained cool, almost detached, as he closed the door behind him. "I’ve come to talk, Gregory. We need to clear the air."Gregory shook his head, his mind racing. He hadn’t seen Michael since the family’s disastrous fallout, when their father had decided to divide the company between them. Michael had been the golden boy, the one their father had chosen to lead the empire, but Gregory had fought back.A battle for control had erupted, and in the end, Michael had disappeared, leaving a trail of unresolved issues."You think now is the time for this?" Gregory snapped, his anger rising. A

Gregory’s heart skipped a beat. Someone close to him? The weight of Lucas’s words hit him like a ton of bricks. He had trusted everyone, his staff, his colleagues, even his own family.The idea that someone from within his inner circle was working against him felt like a betrayal on a level he wasn’t ready for. “Who is it?” Gregory asked, his voice low and strained.“We don’t know yet,” Lucas replied, his voice tinged with frustration. But we’re narrowing it down. We think it’s someone with access to your father’s personal files."They’ve been making moves behind the scenes-subtle things at first, but now... now they’ve escalated.”Gregory’s mind raced. The thought of someone close to him sabotaging everything he’d worked for filled him with a growing sense of dread.He had always prided himself on being able to read people, to trust his instincts. But if someone had been playing him this whole time, he had missed every sign.“Where’s the leak coming from?” Gregory pressed, trying to

The door to the conference room clicked shut behind Gregory, and the tension in the air became suffocating. He felt as if the very walls were closing in on him.Every instinct told him to turn around, walk away, and take a moment to process the shocking revelation. But he couldn’t afford the luxury of hesitation. Not now.Olivia stood by the long, polished conference table, her posture rigid, her arms crossed. Her usual warm, friendly demeanor was gone, replaced by something Gregory couldn’t quite place a coldness, a steely resolve. “You’re here,” she said, her voice low and almost impersonal.There was no hint of the usual warmth she always extended to him. She hadn’t even smiled. “Olivia,” Gregory said,his voice firm but betraying the shock he was still struggling to process. “What the hell is this?" Lucas said. “I know what Lucas said,”Olivia interrupted, cutting him off. Her eyes locked with his, unblinking. “And yes, it’s true. I’ve been working with Cartwright. And I’ve been

The door crashed open with a violent bang, and all eyes turned to the newcomer. Standing in the doorway, breathless and disheveled, was none other than Jason, Gregory’s childhood friend, someone he hadn’t seen in years. The sight of him now, standing there in the middle of this explosive moment, was almost surreal.“What the hell are you doing here?” Gregory asked, his voice a mix of surprise and confusion. He had no idea what Jason was even doing at the company building. And given the situation, his presence couldn’t have come at a worse time.Jason glanced between Gregory, Olivia, and Cartwright, his eyes darting with urgency. “I need to talk to you,”he said quickly, his voice sharp. “This can’t wait.”Gregory opened his mouth to protest, but Jason held up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s about your father,” he added, his voice low, almost whispering, as if afraid someone might overhear.Gregory’s blood ran cold. “What about my father?” he asked, his tone suddenly all business. The m