While Jared and Becky dined away at an exquisite restaurant, Sammy Jo burned and seethed in his private study. It was a small, tastefully furnished room with a navy blue theme and the dreariness matched his current mood. He was yet to get over the disappointment from Sky run Inc. How dare those rascals deny him of a right he had been entitled to since birth?There is a small and subtle knock on the door. Sammy Jo’s scowl deepens. He is sure that it is one of the maids. His grip on his pencil tightens when the knock comes again, threatening to send him into full blown rage.“Get lost!” Sammy Jo yelled. He snapped the pencil in his hand and could hear the maid whimper before scurrying away from his door. He would not be interrupted at this moment. Not when he was busy scheming and pondering something so vital and important.How could this even have happened?! Sammy Jo’s hands trembled with disbelief as he searched for Matthew’s number. He wanted answers, and he wanted them fast.“Good e

Becky walked into the lecture theatre, the smile on her face a souvenir from the previous night. She walked quietly to where Brad was seated, equally as happy as she was but excited about something completely different. He was drumming his pen on his knees and nodding his head, something he did when he was looking forward to something.“What are you so excited about?” Becky giggled.“Nuh-uh.” Brad shook his head, a mischievous smile making its way to his face. “How did last night go? Spill.”Becky's face reddened a little. She toyed with her hair as she considered what answer to give, “It was a pleasant evening. Nothing much.”“Beckyyyy.” Brad whined. Becky giggled, her face reddening all the more.“Alright, Alright. It was amazing. I think Jared is beginning to understand what I've been trying to point out to him… in bits of course but he's making the effort. That's really cool.”Brad beamed at her, his smile was big and eager like the sun on a fresh Monday. “Congratulations to you.”

Brad Trodman stared down at the folder on his desk, a sense of both determination and trepidation coiling in his chest. The five department reports sprawled before him like a complex puzzle that someone had deliberately made slightly unreadable, just to see how he would react. Numbers, charts, and fragmented memos jumped at him from every page. Skyrun Inc. was not just polished and intimidating on the surface—it was demanding, meticulous, and exacting, and Brad could feel that the building itself seemed to challenge him, daring him to fail.He exhaled slowly and opened the first report. The instructions were clear: summarize each department’s data, flag discrepancies, and make recommendations. But there was a catch—an obvious one to anyone who had dealt with high-level corporate operations. The reports had been prepared by different teams with varying styles, some vague, some overly detailed. Some were missing information. And there were subtle, almost invisible inconsistencies that,

Brad sat at his desk the next day, playing with his thumbs as he awaited Matthew’s feedback. He find it quite amusing that he was required to submit a task that large in eight hours but it had taken Matthew nearly twenty hours to review it. Nonetheless, he couldn’t complain. The corporate world was brutal, it was something his father had always warned him about. Sammy Jo whistled mockingly as he strutted into the office, his eyes on his phone. He made his way into his own cubicle, surprisingly keeping to himself. Brad was anything but relieved. He knew Sammy Jo was only this relaxed because Matthew had something bigger up his sleeve.Speak of the devil.Matthew walked in, his face contorted with what Brad knew to be rage. “Can I have all the interns in the main office space right this instant?” He demanded sharply. “Yes, all interns, drop whatever it if you’re doing and make your way to the space at once.”All the interns rushed in and took their seats. Matthew waited for every sing

Brad quietly typed out the report that Matthew had asked him to work on. He was nearly done when he felt a hand tap the back of his head. He looked over his shoulder and scowled. Of course, it was Sammy Jo. Sammy Jo raised two middle fingers at Brad before walking back to his seat. Brad turned his eyes to his laptop. While he was looking through his document, a fellowintern tapped his shoulder and handed him a paper. He read it and resisted the urge to groan out loud.“I need a cup of coffee from the nearest Starbucks – Matthew Tyrin.”Brad took in a deep breath. He didn’t know who was watching him so he knew he couldn’t roll his eyes or display any attitude. He quietly made his way out of the intern’s office space and out into the reception. The nearest Starbucks was at least twenty minutes away and that bastard knew it.He had just stepped out of the doors of Sky run Inc. when his phone began to ring. He got a bit puzzled and frightened when he saw Becky’s name light up on his scree