Chase summoned Sharon to his office, where she entered visibly shaken. The expression on Chase's face was a stark contrast to the previous day; it conveyed a deeper, unspoken concern.
"Good morning, brother." Sharon greeted him, her voice quivering.
Chase was engrossed in his laptop, surrounded by a clutter of paperwork.
"You’re late, Sharon." he remarked, his tone dark and foreboding.
"I’m sorry, brother." she murmured, barely audible.
Chase closed his laptop and fixed his gaze on Sharon, probing her with intense eyes. "Why did you and your friends treat Ella like that?" he inquired, maintaining his calm demeanor.
Sharon’s fingers fidgeted nervously, and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.
"I never intended to hurt her; I thought we were just having fun." she stammered, st
