Derrick watched her for a moment, then looked ahead again.“We’ll find a way through it,” he said quietly without no hesitation or doubt.Just certainty.Ivy turned to him, studying his face as though weighing the sincerity behind his words. Then, slowly, she nodded.“I know,” she said.And for some reason, she meant it.A few steps later, Derrick’s fingers shifted, lacing with hers gently.She glanced down briefly, then back up, her expression softening as she let her hand rest in his.Together, they continued walking.It wasn’t long before figures appeared ahead, approaching from opposite end.Derrick squinted slightly. “Ivy?”She followed his gaze, and recognition dawned almost immediately. "Dora?”“And Frederick,” Derrick added.As the distance between them closed, smiles formed naturally on both sides."Long time no see!” Dora exclaimed, her voice bright as they met midway.She stepped forward, pulling Ivy into a quick, warm embrace.Frederick nodded at Derrick, extending a hand.

"No they won't," Derrick replied. "Not really though. We just need to convince them enough to stand against him today. Perhaps he'd be pressured to sell off some of the shares."Ivy frowned slightly. “That won’t be easy either. First off, if he’s leading, chances are he’s already spoken to some of them.”“Maybe,” Derrick said. “But not all.”He paused, his expression sharpening. “Even if he has… influence isn’t loyalty.”That hung in the air for a second.Ivy studied him, something about the way he said it made her think deeper.“You think we can turn them?” she asked.Derrick didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he turned back to the screen, zooming into the shareholder chart. He stared at the names, percentages and ratio differences."A faint smirk touched his lips.“Not all of them,” he said. “We don’t need all.”He pointed lightly at the screen. "We just the right ones.”Ivy stepped closer, her shoulder nearly brushing his as she followed his gaze.“Which ones?” she asked.Derrick’

Derrick stepped forward first without looking at Mr. Elvis.He didn’t acknowledge the smile, the tone, or the carefully placed confidence that filled the room like perfume.Instead, he moved as though none of it existed.His steps were calm, measured, each one carrying a quiet certainty that didn’t need to announce itself. When he reached the table, he pulled out a chair and sat.His posture settled naturally, one arm resting lightly against the armrest while the other came to the table, fingers relaxed. His gaze drifted briefly across the polished surface before lifting—not to Elvis—but to the empty head chair at the far end.As though that was the only seat that mattered.As though the rest of this was already decided.Ivy watched him for half a second, and something in her tightened resolve eased just a little.Then she moved.She walked past Elvis without a word, her shoulder brushing the air near him without ever turning in his direction. Her steps were quieter than Derrick’s, bu

Ivy stood abruptly.Her chair scraped harshly against the polished floor, the sound tearing through the stunned silence like something broken beyond repair.Her hands trembled at her sides.Her chest rose too fast—too sharp—like the air in the room had thinned without warning.“No…”It came out under her breath.Barely sound.But it carried.Her eyes were locked on him.On Moses.Not blinking.Not shifting.As though if she did—he would disappear.As though he had to.Because this—This wasn’t possible.Her fingers curled slowly, nails pressing into her palms as if pain might anchor her back to something real.But nothing changed.He was still there.Walking forward.Unhurried.Unbothered.Alive.At the far end of the table—Ma Lorenzo moved.Not with her usual control.Not with her usual grace.She rose too—but this time, it wasn’t measured.Her chair pushed back with a force that spoke louder than any words she had ever used.Her composure—Gone.Completely.Her eyes widened—just sl

For a moment after the order was given—Nothing happened.The two security men stood at the entrance, shoulders squared out of habit rather than certainty. Their hands hovered near their sides, not quite clenched, not quite relaxed. Their eyes moved—first to Moses, then to Dominic, then, almost instinctively, to Ma Lorenzo.Back again.Moses.Dominic.Ma Lorenzo.The axis of power in the room had shifted—but not cleanly. Not in a way they could follow.Confusion sat plainly on their faces, unhidden, untrained.Because authority, to them, had never been a question before.It had always been her.And now—Now it wasn’t clear.Moses watched them hesitate.Watched the uncertainty ripple through the room again, softer this time, but no less dangerous.So he moved.Deliberate.Measured.He stepped away from the overturned chair, brushing an invisible speck of dust from his sleeve as though nothing of consequence had occurred. Then he turned—not to the guards—but to the projector still glowi