The Edward family’s corporate headquarters, usually a model of reserved professionalism, now hummed with a low-frequency static of speculation. Larissa’s sudden, quiet transfer from the 45th floor to the basement Logistics hub wasn't just noted; it was microscopically examined, and a story was quickly taking shape, a story expertly guided by the very person who orchestrated the move.
Jasmine, flawless in a bespoke emerald suit, was a picture of poised concern. She started her work not in grand pronouncements but in private, deeply sympathetic conversations, usually held in the neutral, highly visible space of the Executive Lounge’s coffee bar. Her first target was Mr. Alistair, the long-standing Chief Administrative Officer, a man whose quiet nod held more sway with the mid-level manageme
