Michael summoned the senior executives to the conference room without any prior notice. His voice over the intercom had been calm but carried an urgency nobody could ignore. By the time Clarissa arrived, the room was already full — Hassan Bello whispering something to Kelvin Morris, Daniel Curtis frowning over a print-out, Mrs. Oduah seated with her arms crossed tightly.Michael entered last, carrying a single document in his hand. He didn’t sit. Instead, he dropped the paper on the table for everyone to see.“There is a forged signature in one of the leaked documents,” he said, his tone low but steady. “My signature.”A murmur swept through the room.Clarissa felt her breath halt. The implication was clear: whoever leaked those papers now wanted the scandal to fall entirely on Michael and on her, as the CEO who handled most of the current management decisions.Michael continued. “This signature was not created by me. It was placed there intentionally. Someone is trying to redirect

Sophia had been restless ever since the last board session. Something about Hassan’s behaviour kept gnawing at her. His confidence wasn’t the confidence of a man merely frustrated with leadership — it was the confidence of someone who believed he couldn’t be touched. She had seen it before, back when PresLead Holdings was at war with Donovan Industries. Men who carried secrets always wore the same quiet arrogance.She returned to her office that evening and began reviewing older files — emails, minutes, and financial reports. Hours passed, and then suddenly, something caught her eye. It was an internal memo from months ago with details only a top executive would know… but the same details had appeared in a news article leaked by the journalist shortly after.Her heart skipped.She dug deeper, cross-checking timestamps and sender details. More inconsistencies surfaced — files accessed at odd hours, approvals made under her login when she wasn’t even in the building. And then she

The atmosphere inside Ainsley Group was still rattled from the cyber-attack. Clarissa had not sat, had not eaten, had barely even blinked for hours. She moved from one floor to another, issuing orders, reviewing reports, double-checking systems, ensuring every possible breach point was sealed. Staff trailed behind her with updates, questions, and panicked explanations. Her voice remained steady, but her body grew weaker by the hour. Michael watched her closely from a distance, the worry in his chest growing each moment. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the strain in her steps, and the faint tremor in her hands. She refused to take even a five-minute break. “Clarissa, you need to rest,” Michael told her quietly when they reached the executive level again. “I’m fine,” she insisted, brushing past him. “The servers in Wing B still need to be—” She didn’t finish. Her breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered. Then her knees buckled beneath her. “Clarissa!” Michael lunged forw

Clarissa’s discharge from the hospital was supposed to come with strict instructions to rest for at least three more days, but by the next morning, she was already standing in front of Ainsley Group headquarters. Her body still felt heavy, her movements slower than usual, but her mind was the sharpest it had been in weeks. She knew the company was in a fragile position. And she knew the saboteur, whoever they were, would strike harder if they sensed weakness.The moment she stepped through the revolving doors, staff froze. Some gasped quietly. Others whispered about her pale face and determined stride. But Clarissa didn’t stop. She headed straight for the executive floor where the board was already in a heated discussion about the aftermath of the cyber-attack.When she pushed open the conference room door, the room fell silent.Hassan was standing at the center, complaining loudly about leadership lapses and using the attack as ammunition to question her competence yet again. Bu

The withdrawal came like a slap across the company’s face. A major investor — one they had spent months reassuring, abruptly announced they were pulling out of their partnership with Ainsley Group. Their official statement cited “ongoing instability caused by internal sabotage” and “lack of corporate cohesion.” Privately, they made it clear they no longer wanted to be associated with a company that seemed to be “fighting itself.”The news spread fast. The financial press carried it within minutes. The board went into panic. Share values dipped just enough for alarm bells to ring. And by afternoon, the Ministry of Trade summoned Michael and Clarissa for an urgent crisis meeting.The atmosphere at the ministry building was stiff from the moment they stepped inside. Security officers stood at alert positions, staff moved quickly, and senior officials whispered among themselves as soon as they recognised the pair. It was obvious that everyone had been following the storm around Ains