DANIEL'S HOUSE
Daniel sat with a scowl on his face, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden desk. Beside him, Samantha leaned back in her chair, an equally displeased expression on her face as she swirled a glass of wine.
“This is outrageous,” Daniel spat, breaking the silence. “Do you realize how long I’ve worked to get Crest Delivery Group to where it is today? And now, some nobody like Ethan comes out of nowhere, and suddenly the whole industry is at his feet.”
Samantha took a sip of her wine, crossing her legs as she cast him a displeased look. “A man like that can never rise to a position like this. I mean this is Ethan we are talking about. He'll always be a nobody,” she said.
“People seem to be fooled by any new face that shows a hint of innovation.” Samantha rolled her
