The tension in the hall had not yet settled. Though the conference schedule indicated that the next segment was supposed to resume, very few people were paying attention to the stage. A pocket of chaos still brewed near the refreshment tables where Brandon stood surrounded by security officers and curious onlookers. The soft clinking of glasses and the hum of earlier conversation had been replaced by a low murmur of anticipation. The officers had heard enough. When Brandon warned them that they would regret taking another step, something in his tone triggered more anger than caution. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was controlled—and that control felt like defiance. The lead officer’s face hardened, the professionalism he had maintained earlier now replaced with wounded authority. “Who do you think you are?” he growled. “A nobody walks into a high-level conference and starts issuing threats?” The second officer stepped closer, jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles flexe

Mr. Blair walked toward the two men with long, decisive strides, each step echoing softly against the polished marble floor of the conference hall. The murmurs in the room grew louder as guests instinctively backed away, sensing the confrontation that was about to unfold. Conversations halted mid-sentence, and the clinking of glasses slowed to a cautious silence. All eyes turned toward the center of the hall, curiosity and apprehension mingling in equal measure. Brandon remained seated, still calm, his posture relaxed, hands resting lightly on his lap. A faint trace of a smile played across his lips, though it was subtle, almost imperceptible. His expression suggested he had anticipated this moment all along, that he understood something everyone else did not. Dave, standing nearby, felt a sudden chill creep down his spine. He had never seen Mr. Blair look so angry, so focused, so utterly commanding in the face of a transgression. As Mr. Blair reached the two security officers, he st

Dave leaned back slightly in his chair, a smug grin plastered across his face, and whispered to those around him, his voice low but full of satisfaction, “I told you, there’s no way Green Textile wouldn’t dominate this conference. We have prepared perfectly. It’s our time to shine. Every detail has been thought of. Every projection, every statistic, every word of our presentation was crafted to perfection. We are untouchable.”His companions, seated in their cluster nearby, nodded enthusiastically, some leaning in as though trying to absorb the glory by proximity. A few murmured their agreement under their breath, punctuating it with approving nods. One associate, slightly older and more experienced than the rest, leaned over and clapped Dave lightly on the shoulder. “Congratulations in advance, Dave,” he said with a wink, his tone casual yet infused with genuine pride. “You’ve done the family proud. Everyone will be talking about this presentation for weeks.”Dave laughed, a low, con

The tension in the hall thickened like a storm cloud refusing to break. Brandon’s calm warning—“or you will regret it”—had barely settled in the air when the security officers’ embarrassment turned into outright fury. What had started as a routine removal had spiraled into a public challenge to their authority, and the watching crowd only made it worse. The lead officer’s face darkened, color rising sharply along his jawline. “You think you can talk down to us?” he snapped. Before anyone could react, the two officers grabbed Brandon by his arms again—this time more aggressively. Their fingers dug into the fabric of his suit, wrinkling the tailored material as they tried to force him forward toward the exit corridor. “Enough of this nonsense,” one of them barked. “You’re leaving whether you like it or not.” Several guests gasped as the scuffle intensified. The sound was no longer subtle—shoes scraping against the polished floor, fabric pulling under strain, sharp breaths drawn in

Dave leaned back slightly in his chair, a smug grin plastered across his face, and whispered to those around him, his voice low but full of satisfaction, “I told you, there’s no way Green Textile wouldn’t dominate this conference. We have prepared perfectly. It’s our time to shine. Every detail has been thought of. Every projection, every statistic, every word of our presentation was crafted to perfection. We are untouchable.”His companions, seated in their cluster nearby, nodded enthusiastically, some leaning in as though trying to absorb the glory by proximity. A few murmured their agreement under their breath, punctuating it with approving nods. One associate, slightly older and more experienced than the rest, leaned over and clapped Dave lightly on the shoulder. “Congratulations in advance, Dave,” he said with a wink, his tone casual yet infused with genuine pride. “You’ve done the family proud. Everyone will be talking about this presentation for weeks.”Dave laughed, a low, con