**Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd**
Tyson couldn’t believe his eyes. He burst into Vorne Company that morning, his heart pounding, hoping what he’d heard the night before was just a sick prank.
But it wasn’t. It was real.
The company felt different, it was too quiet. The staff looked tense, avoiding eye contact, whispering behind closed doors.
He rushed straight to the administration sweating profusely.
“Did anyone put up our stocks for sale?” he barked.
The admin team froze, panic written all over their faces. One finally spoke up, voice shaky. “N-No, sir. Nothing was listed by us overnight. We didn’t authorise any sales.”
Tyson’s mind spun. “Then how the hell is this happening?”
Avery, standing beside him, was pale. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled up the data on her tablet.
