MR. Samuel Wilberforce was sitting at his expansive mahogany desk the moment the call from Lady Frances came in. The polished surface reflecting the warm glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows of his office. The luxurious surroundings of Wilberforce Industries’ headquarters were a testament to his success, though he knew it paled in comparison to the opulence of the Escobar estate. Yet, he didn’t mind. He was a content man, driven more by ambition and pride than envy.
He has just finished reviewing the quarterly financial reports when his phone buzzed.
Glancing at the screen, his eyes had widened with surprise and curiosity as it saw whom the caller was. His heart even skipped a beat as he answered the call.
Now, just a few minutes ago, he has just got off the pho
