Se connecter"What a pleasure to see you, Sterling."The words were polite. The tone was not. Open hostility dripped from every syllable, and the look on the young man's face suggested he was already imagining how good it would feel to throw his drink in Maxwell's face.Damon moved slightly between them. The movement was so small it was almost invisible, but Maxwell caught it."Dexter. Not now. What are you doing?" Damon asked, his voice cold."What am I doing?" Dexter said, his eyes locked on Maxwell like a hunter on prey. "No, brother. What are you doing? Standing here chatting with him like he's an old college friend of ours?"Dexter was justified. Damon was caught being friendly with enemy number one. "He's a guest of Driana Garcia, Dexter." Damon made it clear."He's a Sterling. And the Sterlings are our enemies." Dexter's teeth ground together. "What's wrong with you?" he shouted.The volume was loud enough that heads turned across the floor. Several investors stopped mid-conversation. A wa
Although Maxwell was a Sterling, his identity hadn't been made public yet. That meant most people outside Sterling Industries didn't know who he was, and certainly didn't know his face.But Damon Lee knew that somehow. That fact alone was very telling.It meant that Damon Lee was looking into the Sterling family."I'll be honest, I wouldn't have recognized you," Maxwell said, taking the handshake.Damon said, "That's fair. I keep a lower profile than my PR team would like." At that moment, Driana's phone buzzed. She checked it, and her expression made it clear something serious happened."Gentlemen, you'll have to excuse me. Mr. Lee, enjoy the showcase. Maxwell." She gave him a look that lasted half a second longer than business required, then was gone, the coordinator with the headset falling in behind her.And then they were alone. Maxwell, and the first suspect on his list.Maxwell turned to Damon, and before he could say anything, Damon spoke. "I'll be honest with you, Mr. Sterl
Of all the people he expected to see at this place today, Damon Lee was not one of them.Maxwell looked away. His face stayed calm no matter what the mind was doing.He took a slow sip of water and thought. Why was Damon Lee here?"There you are." Just then someone spoke to him. It was a familiar voice that Maxwell recognized instantly.The voice came from his right, and Maxwell turned.Driana was walking toward him through the crowd."Hi.""You made it with time to spare," she said, stopping in front of him. "I'm impressed, I thought you would be late."Maxwell nodded, "Well I'm here. Also I met some of your relatives." he said."You mean uncle Marco and Rosa? They told me. Also you took a picture with uncle Marco." She glanced down at her phone, and something on the screen made her close her eyes for a moment. "My uncle already posted the photo."Before Maxwell could respond to that, a familiar voice cut in from the side."Oh, would you look at this."Rosa had materialized beside th
The assistant led him through the lobby and into a private elevator. They rode up in silence, and when the doors opened, the showcase floor spread out in front of him.The entire level had been transformed. Demo stations glowed along the walls, each one surrounded by a cluster of analysts. A massive screen dominated the far end of the room, running a slow countdown above a stage that was still empty. Waiters moved through the crowd with trays. "Ms. Garcia is in final preparations," the assistant said. "She asked me to tell you she'll find you before the presentation begins. Please enjoy the floor in the meantime."The assistant disappeared back into the crowd, and Maxwell had taken exactly four steps toward the nearest demo station when a voice boomed across the floor."Brother in-law. What a pleasure to see you here!"Maxwell stopped.Several heads turned. A man who looked to be in his late forties was cutting through the crowd toward him with his arms already spreading, a glass of
Maxwell sat alone in the quiet office after Kieran left. Kieran would make the call to his contact, and then it would just be a matter of waiting. Maxwell leaned back in his leather chair, letting out a slow breath.The door opened quietly, and Hazel walked in. She set a neat stack of briefing documents on his desk, quickly explaining what each file covered before heading back out to her station.Maxwell reached for the pile, picked up the top folder, and flipped it open. He had managed all of two paragraphs before his phone vibrated against the polished wood. He glanced down at the screen. The name displayed wasn't one he expected to see today.Incoming Call: Sophia Hawthorne.Maxwell paused for a second, then swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello, Sophia.""Maxwell," Sophia said, her tone smooth and effortless. "I've been meaning to call you all week. I kept second-guessing myself, which is honestly not something I do, so I decided to blame you for it."He smile
There were no scandals, and no obvious ties to industrial sabotage. Instead, the top result was a Forbes profile from two years ago. Below that were a few industry quotes about modernizing legacy businesses and a high-resolution photo from a prominent charity gala. In the image, Damon Lee stood in a flawless, dark designer suit, wearing an easy, relaxed smile. It was the kind of face that read as completely harmless. But Maxwell wasn't fooled by that. From his experience, people who tried very hard to look perfect were the least perfect. They had something to hide most of the times. And looking at Damon's perfect profile on the internet it was definitely giving Maxwell the feeling that he has something to hide. Maxwell leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk as he read through the Forbes profile line by line.The article painted a vivid picture: Damon Lee, thirty-four. Grandson of the Lee Group patriarch. The writer described him in glowing terms as a visionary operator who






