The Press Conference

The air was filled with the rich aroma of wine, and the soft glow of candlelight cast flickering shadows across the room. Thompson sat comfortably in an elegant armchair, swirling the deep red liquid in his glass. Oliver, perched on the opposite side of the table, raised his glass in a toast.

"To new beginnings," Oliver said with a smirk, clinking his glass against Thompson's.

Thompson chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "And to old enemies."

As they sipped their wine, the room was charged with an electric anticipation. Thompson's plan was finally in motion, and he had enlisted Oliver as a crucial ally in bringing down the man they both wanted to see fall — Jared.

Oliver leaned back in his chair, a sly grin on his face. "You know, Thompson, Jared might have his charm and his achievements, but he's not as invincible as he thinks."

Thompson's eyebrow arched in curiosity. "Oh? Do tell."

Oliver's grin widened. "I've had access to a trove of insider information during my time workin