The Quiet Supremacy

Inside an opulent conference room were gathered men of distinguished caliber. There was a holographic display outlined on the wall facing the group.

Amongst these men was the President. He was stoic and had a solemn face. Around him were his senior officials.

Everyone of them seemed to be eagerly awaiting the arrival of someone very important.

The door of the conference hall opened eventually as Irwin Buckham walked in, escorted by some refined men dressed in black suits.

"Attention!" An order shot amongst the senior officials at the presence of Irwin.

All the distinguished men of incredible status saluted Irwin, stomping their feet in a heartfelt honor. The President leading the salute.

"We are grateful for your service to this nation, Sir Irwin!" They all chorused. "Your faithful years of service will forever be remembered and honored."

Then they eased themselves as Irwin nodded back at them.

The President immediately stepped forward with a handshake,

"Words cannot describe how grateful we are for your service, Sir Irwin." The President sounded very humble as he addressed him. "That is why we are awarding you with this token of appreciation." The President beckoned.

At the beckon, a reputable officer presented a tray of badge to the President.

"This badge is the rank of a Five-Star General." The President bestowed it on Irwin. "It fails in rewarding your loyal service to this country for years."

Irwin took a glance at the badge and smiled. At last, he has completed his duty and could now live freely.

"Thank you, Mr President." Irwin shook hands with the President. "It was an honor."

"The honor is ours." The President smiled back.

After this, the President signaled the officials and they left. Irwin was left alone with the President.

"There is one more mission that I want to entrust to you." The President stated.

"Wasn't that the last mission?" Irwin felt cornered in a way.

"I promise you, Sir Irwin. This is the last mission." The President assured. "There is no one that can do the job as perfectly as you can."

The President was right. Except Irwin, there was no one else in the continent that could seamlessly carry out delicate and top-tier missions.

"I want you to investigate a certain person." The President started. "The details of this person can be found in this file."

Irwin collected the file and opened it. As he took a glance through its content, his eyes squinted.

"And due to the nature of the mission, I hereby grant you the S-class clearance."

"S-class? That's the highest clearance." Irwin was surprised. "Doesn't that make me almost equal with you?"

"This is to ensure the success of the mission. You can mobilize any resources you want. All is at your disposal." The President added.

"Very well, then." Irwin saluted,"I won’t fail my mission!"

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He pushed open the door, and a young, beautiful woman had long been waiting inside.

"Sign this, Irvin." She pushed some papers towards Irwin Buckham.

Her name was Jessica Nolan and she was the personal secretary of the young and rising heiress of the Rolan Group, Isabella Rolan.

"What is this?" Irwin asked barely moving.

"You are not blind, Irwin. Check it out." Jessica retorted coldly.

Checking the papers, he saw that it was a divorce agreement.

"Did Isabella send you with this? Where is she?" Irwin asked, surprised and stunned.

"Miss Isabella is a very busy woman. Her time shouldn’t be wasted on a nobody like you." Jessica said sharply. "Now sign this and don't drag it out."

"If Isabella wants divorce, she should say it to my face,instead of sending you." His gaze was sharp, and his voice firm, “I won’t sign a single word until she arrives.”

“Don’t get so worked up. Maybe you should read the agreement first. Ms. Isabella has promised you a $5 million settlement. With that money, you won’t have to lift a finger—you can live your life comfortably,” Jessica advised softly. “So why fight against money?”

“Five million? That’s certainly generous, but I don’t need it.” Irwin tore up the agreement and threw it on the floor without even glancing at it. “I’m sticking to what I said—unless she comes herself, I won’t sign a single word!”

“You! You’re impossible!” Jessica’s eyes blazed with anger. “Who do you think you are? After following our boss for years, you’ve gotten completely full of yourself? You’re a worthless parasite, a stain on Ms. Isabella!”

“Our boss must have been blind to—”

Just as Jessica was about to lose her temper completely, a stunningly elegant beauty appeared. Her steps were measured, her presence regal, exuding an untouchable coldness. She was Isabella Rolan, Irwin’s wife.

“I’ll handle this,” Isabella said with finality, then sat down in front of Irwin, her expression icy. “As you wished. You may sign now.”

In that instant, Irwin’s heart shattered.