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Sorry CEO
Perfect — that’s a smart and realistic turn. It keeps the corporate-thriller tone grounded while shifting the tension from “murder mystery” to “reputation and trust crisis.”Here’s Chapter 6: Sorry CEOThe call came just before midnight.Jude was still in his office, suit jacket draped over a chair, screens glowing with stock charts and legal documents. When the phone buzzed, he didn’t move at first. He’d been expecting another bad headline, not relief.“Mr. Devlin,” Detective Lawson’s voice came through, lower and calmer than usual. “I wanted you to hear this before it leaks. The medical examiner’s report just came in.”Jude straightened. “And?”“It wasn’t poisoning. No trauma. Cause of death: acute cardiac arrest due to pre-existing heart disease.”For a moment, the room fell completely still. The hum of the air-conditioning filled the silence.“You’re sure?” Jude asked.“Positive,” Lawson replied. “Toxicology’s clean. The stress of whatever meeting he had that night probably trigge
Pressure of Silence
Chapter 2: The Pressure of SilenceThe first blow came at dawn.Jude woke to the trill of his phone, the kind of sound that tells you something has gone wrong long before you read the screen.HEADLINE ALERT: “CEO’s Widow Files Criminal Complaint—Devlin & Co. Under Investigation for Conspiracy.”He sat up slowly, the blue light of the notification spilling across the bedroom wall. Below the headline, smaller text scrolled: ‘Sources inside the police department suggest the twin heirs are persons of interest.’Jude’s stomach turned. He thumbed through the article; every paragraph was worse than the one before. The widow, Evelyn Hartman, had filed a criminal complaint accusing the company—and by implication, the Devlin brothers—of orchestrating her husband’s death to seize control of the board. She had retained O’Rourke & Stein, a notorious firm that thrived on televised trials and front-page exposure.By 7 a.m., the story was on every network. Stock tickers rolled crimson. The company’s
Whispers in the Boardroom
Chapter 5: Whispers in the Boardroom The morning air was brittle, sharp with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt. Police sirens sliced through the city’s gray haze as if trying to puncture the uneasy calm that had settled over the headquarters of Devlin & Co., the multi-million-dollar bottling empire that Jude and Dave had inherited. The glass-and-steel monolith of a building reflected the rising sun in fractured shards, but inside, everything was fractured in ways no reflection could capture. Detective Lawson crouched near the body, his face pale, fingers tapping against the polished conference table. The CEO lay slumped forward, head tilted unnaturally, a half-empty glass of water rolling to the floor beside him. No obvious signs of struggle. No weapon in sight. Just the sterile quiet of corporate betrayal frozen mid-moment. Jude’s sedan hissed to a stop at the curb. He stepped out, briefcase in hand, perfectly tailored suit now slightly wrinkled from the tension in his shoulders.
The Pouring of Grace
Chapter Four: The Pouring of GraceThe world moved slower after the storm.Weeks passed since the scandals broke, and for the first time in years, the Walker brothers weren’t rushing between meetings or chasing numbers. Their empire stood still, suspended between ruin and renewal. But in the stillness, something new began to breathe — something softer, more human.Jude spent his mornings driving to the rehab center. The road there wound through old country lanes, past golden fields his mother used to love. He always brought a small box of pastries — the same kind she used to bake for them when they were kids.When he entered the center, Mia’s face would brighten a little more each time. Her cheeks had color now, her eyes clearer. She still carried the heaviness of her mistakes, but it was no longer consuming her.“Dad,” she said one morning, as they sat beneath the pale sunlight of the garden. “Do you think people like me deserve a second chance?”Jude smiled softly. “If we didn’t, th
Shattered Reflections
Chapter Three: Shattered ReflectionsThe boardroom of Twins Pure Beverages had never felt colder.The walls, once alive with the hum of new ideas and laughter, now echoed with whispers and the sound of tension thick enough to choke on. Jude sat at the long table, head bowed, hands clasped, staring at a printed document that shouldn’t have existed — the official notice of investigation. His daughter’s name was there, clear as daylight: Mia Walker.Possession. Distribution. Cocaine.The company’s PR department had tried to keep it quiet, but secrets had a way of finding the light — especially when reporters smelled blood.Dave stood by the window, staring out at the skyline, his reflection sharp and rigid. “We can fix this,” he said softly, but his voice didn’t sound convinced.Jude didn’t look up. “No, Dave. This isn’t about fixing. This is about facing it.”“She’s your daughter, Jude. You don’t just throw that away.”“And you think I want to?” Jude’s voice cracked like thunder. “You t
Cracks in the glasses
Chapter Two: Cracks in the GlassThe morning after the storm, the world looked deceptively calm.The rain had washed the streets clean, but inside the Walker family, nothing felt pure anymore. Newspapers still printed headlines about the accident, about the scandal, about the fall of the empire that once symbolized success. Twins Pure Beverages, the legacy of redemption, was now whispered in boardrooms with pity, not pride.Dave sat in his office, staring at the sunlight filtering through the blinds. His suit hung loose on him; he hadn’t slept in two days. On his desk lay a resignation letter from one of his top investors—folded neatly beside a framed photo of his wife and son.Elena had stopped speaking much since Nathan’s crash. The lines around her eyes deepened overnight. “He could have died, Dave,” she whispered the night before. “If he keeps down this path… I’ll lose him long before that.”Dave pressed his fingers to his temples now, trying to still the pounding in his skull. Hi