Bohemia sat in his private lounge, the room dimly lit with golden lights that made the wine glasses on the table shine. Around him were the men he trusted most—Richard Caldwell, Simon Vance, and Gerald Hunt. They were the circle that stood with him whenever he needed to manipulate the boardroom or stir public opinion.He lifted his glass and smiled. “Gentlemen, we are almost there. Michael’s empire is shaking, his board divided, the public turning against him. Soon, he will have nothing left. My plan is moving even faster than I expected.”Richard Caldwell gave a small smile. “The investors are already seeing him as a liability. The leak about Donovan Industries shook even the strongest of them.”Simon Vance leaned forward with a sly grin. “And with the board constantly pressed, it is only a matter of time before they ask him to step aside for good. You will be standing tall by then, Bohemia.”Gerald Hunt chuckled. “Michael never saw this coming. He thought his power was permanent. B

Sophia was at her desk, going through the files her team had submitted earlier in the morning. The office was unusually quiet for that hour of the day. Her colleagues had gone out for a presentation, leaving only a handful of staff in the building. She liked it that way, a little silence that allowed her to think clearly. She had barely lifted the cup of coffee beside her when the receptionist walked in, holding a brown envelope.“Someone dropped this for you,” the receptionist said.Sophia looked up, surprised. “Who?”The woman shook her head. “They didn’t leave a name. Just said it was urgent.”Sophia collected it, her heart skipping. Something about the plain look of the package unsettled her. She waited until the woman left before tearing it open. Inside was a single bullet and a folded sheet of paper.Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it. The handwriting was bold and sharp: Stay out, or you are next.For a long moment, Sophia could not breathe. The bullet glistened in her

The morning air was heavy with tension. From the main gate to the wide steps of the courthouse, cameras lined the path. Journalists clutched their microphones, their recorders, their flashing cameras ready for the arrival of the man who had dominated headlines for weeks. Investors in dark suits stood in small clusters, their voices hushed, their eyes restless as they whispered about what the outcome of this arraignment could mean for their businesses.When the convoy of police vans finally arrived, the buzz grew louder. Bohemia stepped down from the back of one of the vans, still dressed in the fine suit he had worn to the office days earlier before his arrest. His wrists bore the weight of the handcuffs, but his chin was raised, his lips curled in that familiar smile of mockery. Even now, with evidence piling against him, he walked as though he owned the ground beneath his feet.Reporters surged forward, shouting questions. “Did you kill Martha Donovan?” “What do you say about

It was finally the moment — the night of celebration for Clarissa.She stood by the corner of the hall, laughing softly with two of her close friends, glasses of wine in their hands. The light shimmered gently across her face; she looked simple, elegant, fulfilled.The hall was already half full and still filling. It was one of those grand halls at the city centre, decorated with gold drapes and bright chandeliers. Every single thing here — the food, the music, the lighting, the gifts, was sponsored by the Ainsley Group, all in her honour.It was a night she never imagined would come.But not everyone in the room saw it as pure celebration. Whispers floated around in quiet corners.“Three days off, now a whole party again?” one voice murmured.“I swear, if Mr. Ainsley isn’t interested in that woman, then why go this far?”Another voice replied almost immediately, “He’s been single for over a year since the divorce. Maybe he’s finally seeing someone.”Clarissa didn’t hear any of that

By morning, the whole city was talking.The news of Clarissa McCann’s unexpected promotion had spread like wildfire — from business blogs to radio shows, and now to national TV. Every headline carried her name beside Michael’s.“AINSLEY GROUP MAKES HISTORY: CEO ROLE HANDED TO FORMER PERSONAL ASSISTANT.”“IS LOVE IN THE AIR? MICHAEL AINSLEY’S BOLD MOVE RAISES QUESTIONS.”Some praised the decision, calling it a victory for merit over pedigree. Others mocked it, saying Michael had lost focus, blinded by affection.At the Ainsley Group headquarters, the atmosphere buzzed with tension. Some employees were genuinely happy, calling Clarissa’s story inspirational. But others whispered behind closed doors, claiming she didn’t deserve it.“She’s lucky, that’s all,” one accountant muttered in the hallway.“Lucky?” another replied. “She’s worked here ten years, without scandal, without drama. If anyone deserves it, it’s her.”“Oh, please,” the first scoffed, “let’s not pretend. You think the b