The morning light filtered through the tall glass windows of the Martin mansion, but it did little to chase away the heavy air that hung inside. Ever since Mr. Martin’s departure, the house had become a battlefield of silence — every room carrying the echo of conflict.
Jacob sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen, his mind numb. The numbers didn’t lie.
David had sold even more of the company’s shares than he’d feared. The damage was spreading like wildfire.
He scrolled through the transactions, each one authorized under his father’s name — forged, approved, gone. Millions lost in a matter of weeks.
Jacob leaned back and rubbed his tired eyes. He’d been awake all night, trying to find a solution that wouldn’t destroy the company completely. His heart ached — not for himself, bu
