Mag-log inAfter Nancy, Gregory, and the Apex team returned to the meeting room, the air instantly grew tense again. Ashmore’s side looked restless, whispering among themselves until Steve cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. He looked directly at Nancy. “Miss Nancy,” he said, forcing a polite
In the Ashmore meeting room, Harold and the rest of the committee and partners were already seated, waiting anxiously for the call from the representatives who had gone to speak with Apex. The atmosphere was tight, the kind of silence that hovered right before a verdict was delivered. After everyth
Reginald surged to his feet. “You don’t have the authority to remove me! Who do you think you are? Just because Ashmore was involved in some minor mistakes doesn't mean you can dictate for our firm!” He shouted as he pointed at Nancy. The partners flinched at his sudden tone and outburst. However,
“What do you mean, Miss Miller? You're aware that if Apex refused to pay the settlement f*e then Ashmore would be forced to sue Apex disregarding whatever loss we suffer as well. So Apex situation–” “Stop.” Nancy didn’t raise her voice as she cut Steve off. “We’re not here to discuss Apex situation
A few minutes later, the meeting room door opened, and everyone’s attention immediately shifted to the entrance. The woman they had been waiting for walked in silently. Nancy closed the glass door behind her, her heels barely making a sound against the carpet. Her posture was flawless—straight, con
Rose sat in the back seat of the car after school, scrolling through her phone while Luthor drove steadily toward Glassrose Manor. The car was quiet, the usual end-of-day calm settling in, when her phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the caller ID. Nancy. Rose answered. “Yes?” Nancy sounded tens







