Marcel watched the numbers drop on his screen with cold satisfaction.
"Two companies down already," he said to himself. "Their stocks crashed hard. Boards are in panic mode. he sighed "Almost feels good."
His phone rang again. Another interview request. He declined it quickly. "No more questions. I am not talking to those damn reporters."
Olivia walked into his office carrying files. She kept her eyes down and her movements careful. The confident woman from before had disappeared completely. Fear showed in every step she took now.
"You wanted these reports," she said quietly. "The Ashford design and cotps is ready for the next phase if you still want to move forward."
Marcel looked at her and felt a dark pleasure inside. He could see how scared she was. It satisfied something deep in
