Michael was seated at the head of the table in one of the executive lounges of Ainsley Tower, surrounded by five prominent investors. Their conversation was intense, filled with figures, projections, and strategies that stretched across real estate, tech innovation, and international expansion. One of the men, a bald man with grey eyes, leaned forward. “Mr. Ainsley, this model you’re presenting, if it scales the way you say it will, we’re looking at doubling our returns within eighteen months.” Michael nodded, calm and confident. “Not just double, sir. If we lock down the licensing with eTitan before the quarter ends, the tech integration will boost our global reach by over 60%.” Another investor, a woman with short braids and glasses, tapped her pen on the table. “You’re saying your AI model can handle customer data, logistics, and international currency conversions seamlessly?” “We’ve been testing it across five continents for over seven months,” Michael replied. “So far,

It was a season of high tension and bold moves in the business world, and Eagles Speed, one of the most prestigious automobile companies across the globe, was making headlines again. The company had just unveiled a new project—an ambitious, cutting-edge electric vehicle launch that promised to redefine the automobile market. Naturally, this attracted hundreds of reputable firms, all hungry for a piece of the action, and for many, winning a contract with Eagles Speed was not just about business, but rather prestige.Eagles Speed was owned by the well-known business mogul and Mayor aspirant - Colline White, and was currently being managed by his daughter, Sonia White, who took over as CEO two years ago. Since her appointment, the company had expanded rapidly, shaking grounds with its innovation and speed to deliver. She had become a reference point for young women in business at her twenty-three years of age, and it was no surprise that this project had the whole city talking.Amon

"Cancel all my schedules for the next two hours," Sophia said as she stormed into the reception area of the company. Her voice was tight, sharp, and dangerous.Angela shuddered. “Ma, you have a meeting by 10:30 with Mr. Frost from Frost Group—”Sophia spun around so fast that Angela almost stepped back in fear. Her eyes were red, her lips trembling from frustration.“What is it about my instructions did you not understand?” she asked, her voice low but heavy with suppressed anger. “Or do you want to lose your job too?”Angela flinched. “No ma, I’m sorry,” she said quietly, bowing her head in apology.Sophia walked straight out, the heels of her shoes hitting the tiled floor like a warning. Angela followed closely behind, trying to keep up.She reached the car and was about to open the back door when she noticed Angela trying to follow her inside. That was it."What the hell are you doing?” Sophia shouted, her voice startling the driver who was already seated. Angela froze on the spot

At first, she thought it was coming from somewhere down the street, perhaps a neighbour’s gathering, but as she walked closer to the house, the sound grew sharper, more distinct, as though it was pressing against the walls and spilling through the windows.Sophia stepped down from the car, her heels clicking softly against the paved driveway. The late evening breeze brushed lightly across her face, carrying with it a faint but steady pulse of music. She paused, frowning.“Is there any party going on in the house?” she asked the driver, her tone flat.The man glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his brow slightly raised. “I don’t know, ma,” he replied. His voice carried no hint of humour or curiosity, only the simple truth that he had no idea what was happening inside.Sophia stood still for a few seconds, listening. The music was loud enough to make her jaw tighten. The kind of loudness that ignored the existence of peace. She scanned the driveway. No strange cars were par

The day for the final hearing came with a weight everyone could feel. By the time Sophia’s car pulled up to the courthouse, the place was already surrounded by reporters and camera crews. Some were broadcasting live, their voices echoing through speakers as they gave updates on the long-running case. Others darted from one spot to another, ready to capture any spark of drama.The Donovans stepped out first, making their way toward the entrance, trying to ignore the barrage of questions being hurled at them. Sophia kept her head high, Martha’s jaw was set tight, and Victoria trailed closely behind, avoiding eye contact with the cameras.Then a wave of movement rippled through the crowd. A convoy of black cars approached, slowing to a stop at the front. Michael stepped out first, dressed in a dark suit, his posture calm but authoritative. From the second car, Sonia emerged with measured grace, followed by a few of Michael’s associates. The sudden shift in the reporters’ attention was