Bentley sat in his office, his eyes glued to the screen displaying the company's stock prices. They were plummeting, each dip in the graph sending a wave of frustration through him. The fallout from the scandal was worse than he had anticipated. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his composure, when the door swung open and Franco walked in.
"Sir, I've already made some calls to the news outlets," Franco said, his tone urgent. "But the company's stock prices don't look good."
"I can see that," Bentley replied, his voice strained. "I need some time to think."
Franco gave a nod and stepped back, giving Bentley a moment to gather his thoughts. After a few minutes of silence, Franco spoke again. "Do you think Nova's father has a hand in this?"
Bentley looked up, a hint of irrita
