Vice Chancellor Johnson Leviathan sat across from Kara Lewis, his expression one of profound respect. To him, Kara wasn't just a former student; she was the living embodiment of York Town University’s success; the gold standard of their Business Administration department.“President Lewis,” Johnson began, leaning forward with his hands clasped over a mahogany desk. “I cannot stress enough how much your presence here today means to the faculty. The anniversary is a milestone for us, and having the Lewis Group as our primary patron ensures that our legacy remains untarnished.”Kara smiled. “The university gave me the foundation I needed, Vice Chancellor. It is only right that I give back. As we discussed, I am prepared to authorize a substantial donation today; one that will make the amount Jimmy Salvatore was flaunting earlier sound like child's play.”Johnson let out a relieved breath. “That is more than generous. It will secure our research grants for the

The Rolls-Royce Ghost glided away from the curb, its tires barely making a sound against the pavement. Behind them, Monica stood frozen.As the car’s taillights vanished into the distance, she finally found her voice, though it was strangled by spite.“Unbelievable,” Monica muttered, her eyes burning with a toxic mix of envy and hatred. “Acting all high and mighty, pretending to be a victim... and all the while she’s just another gold-digger. I knew she was hiding something. You don’t just know a man who drives a multi-million-dollar car unless you’re selling something.”Inside the car, Sabrina sat in the passenger seat, her body stiff, her hands folded tightly in her lap as if she were afraid that moving might break the spell.“Ethan,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Where are we going?”“I’m taking you home, Sabrina,” Ethan replied, his eyes fixed on the road. “You’ve had enough for one day.”As he drove, the silence betwe

The private room fell into a sudden, suffocating silence.Philip Vance, Marcus Reed, and Sarah Moreno stood frozen, their expressions shifting from smug arrogance to total bewilderment. The scene playing out before them defied every bit of logic they possessed.Jimmy Salvatore; the "big shot," the "success story," the man they had all been sucking up to for the last hour, was hunched over, sweating and pleading for forgiveness from the man they had just been calling a homeless fraud."Jimmy... are you okay?" Philip stammered, looking embarrassed for his idol. "Have you misunderstood something? Are you drunk already?""Yeah, Jimmy," Sarah added, her voice high and confused. "You’ve got to be mistaken. Why on earth are you asking him for anything? He’s the one who should be begging you for a job!""Shut up!" Jimmy whipped his head around, his eyes bloodshot as he barked at Sarah. The raw panic in his voice made her flinch.He turne

Kara pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his chest with a frown on her face. "I was starting to think you’d decided the barbecue stall was more interesting than your own wife."Ethan smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "Nothing is more interesting than you, Kara. I just had some things to settle."She stepped back, gesturing toward the open walk-in closet where three exquisite gowns were laid out. "Since you’re here, make yourself useful. The blue velvet, the midnight silk, or the silver lace?"Ethan walked over, his eyes scanning the fabrics. He pointed to the midnight silk. "The silk. It is more fitting for a powerful woman like you."Kara’s eyes brightened. She ran a hand over the fabric and nodded. "The silk it is." She said and then paused, realizing he was still in his casual clothes. "Why aren't you getting ready yet?""Kara, I have to take those tickets to Donald," Ethan said, turning toward the vanity.