Adrian sat in the boardroom, his attention divided between the ongoing discussion and the lingering tension from his conversation with Elena. The meeting droned on, executives discussing financial projections and market strategies, but his mind remained elsewhere.
Elena’s words haunted him.
"If you would just listen, you’d know the truth."
What truth?
He had convinced himself that her betrayal was undeniable. That she had sold him out, played him for a fool. But for the first time, doubt was creeping in, and he hated it.
A sharp nudge on his arm pulled him back to reality.
“Adrian,” a voice whispered beside him.
He turned to see Lucas Hayes, his best friend and the company’s chief operations officer, leaning in with a knowing look.
“You good?” Lucas asked under his breath.
Adrian straightened in his chair. “Fine.”
Lucas didn’t look convinced, but before he could push further, the meeting wrapped up. One by one, the executives stood, gathering their documents and making their way out of the boardroom.
Adrian was just about to leave when Lucas grabbed his arm.
“We need to talk,” Lucas said, his voice low.
Adrian raised an eyebrow. “About what?”
Lucas’s eyes flickered toward the hallway. “Not here.”
Minutes later, they were in Adrian’s office, the door locked behind them.
Lucas ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I saw her.”
Adrian knew exactly who he meant. “And?”
Lucas narrowed his eyes. “And what the hell is she still doing here?”
Adrian leaned against his desk, arms crossed. “She works here.”
“She shouldn’t.” Lucas’s voice was tight with frustration. “You should have fired her the second you found out what she did.”
Adrian felt his jaw tighten. “You think I haven’t thought about that?”
Lucas scoffed. “Then why haven’t you?”
Silence hung between them.
Adrian didn’t have an answer—at least not one he was willing to admit.
Instead, he deflected. “I don’t need to explain myself to you.”
Lucas let out a humorless chuckle. “Oh, come on. We both know why you let her stay. You still have feelings for her.”
Adrian’s expression darkened. “That’s not true.”
“Really?” Lucas challenged. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re keeping her around for reasons that have nothing to do with business.”
Adrian’s patience was wearing thin. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Lucas stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You do when it affects you like this. I saw the way you looked at her just now. The way you hesitated.” He shook his head. “Adrian, she played you. Lied to you. And now you’re what? Giving her a second chance?”
Adrian exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know. I want revenge.”
Lucas stared at him. “You don’t know?”
Adrian dropped his hand, looking at his best friend. “What if she didn’t do it?”
Lucas froze. “What?”
“What if she’s telling the truth?” Adrian asked, his voice quieter now. “What if I was wrong?”
Lucas’s face darkened. “You can’t be serious.”
Adrian swallowed hard. “Something doesn’t add up. When I confronted her today, she didn’t act like someone caught in a lie. She acted like someone... hurt.”
Lucas let out a harsh breath. “That’s what she wants you to think.”
Adrian shook his head. “I’m not saying I believe her, but what if—”
“No.” Lucas’s voice was firm. “There’s no what if. She betrayed you, Adrian. She fed information to your competitors. She cost you billions.”
Adrian’s fingers curled into fists. “I know what happened, Lucas.”
“Then stop second-guessing it.” Lucas ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, man, I get it. She meant something to you. But don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment.”
Adrian’s jaw clenched. “That’s not what’s happening.”
Lucas sighed. “You always think you see the good in people. That’s your problem.”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “And your problem is that you don’t trust anyone.”
Lucas’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I trust the people who earn it.”
Adrian exhaled, the weight of the conversation pressing on him. “I need time to think.”
Lucas crossed his arms. “Think about what? Whether or not you should let a snake stay in your company?”
Adrian didn’t respond.
Lucas let out a bitter chuckle. “Wow. She really got to you.”
Adrian’s stomach twisted, but he was silent.
Lucas took a step back, shaking his head. “You know what? Do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when she stabs you in the back again.”
He turned toward the door, his hand gripping the handle.
But just as he was about to leave, he hesitated. Then, in a quieter voice, he said, “You’re my best friend, Adrian. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. If you want revenge as you said, then go for it now that you can.”
Adrian felt a pang of guilt.
Before he could respond, Lucas pulled the door open and walked out.
Adrian stared after him, a heavy silence filling the room.
His eyes drifted to the reports on his desk, but his thoughts were consumed by something else entirely.
Was Lucas right?
Had Elena manipulated him again?
Or was she really innocent?
He rubbed his temples, frustration building. Nothing about this situation sat right with him. He had spent few days hating Elena, convinced she was the enemy. But that moment in his office—the way she looked at him, the way she defended herself—it didn't match the picture he had painted of her.
Adrian grabbed a pen, tapping it restlessly against the desk. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
I think I know what to do. I really do know what to do and it's time I take actions. Yes! It's time. I'll show them who the boss is. Of course, I am the boss.
Let the show begin.
The sky was painted in strokes of gold and rose, the sun melting into the horizon like a slow exhale after a long, storied breath. Waves rolled onto the beach with a rhythm both ancient and tender, brushing over the shore as if to say, You made it. You’re still here.Adrain sat on a weathered wooden bench, his feet bare in the cool sand, the wind tugging lightly at the hem of his linen shirt. Beside him, Elena leaned against his shoulder, her hand nestled comfortably in his, the warmth between their palms long familiar.At her feet, little Aria crouched, humming softly as she arranged seashells in a winding spiral pattern. The tide inched closer, but she remained focused, brow furrowed, lips parted in quiet concentration.The sun hadn’t just set.It had descended like a curtain at the end of a long play—a story filled with fire and betrayal, loss and healing, collapse and rise. And now, here they were. Whole. Unshaken. At peace.Adrain glanced down at Elena.Her eyes were on the horiz
It started with one envelope.A sleek, cream-colored invitation from a global business ethics council, embossed with gold lettering and sealed in a red wax stamp. Elena opened it while Adrain sat across the table, feeding tiny spoonfuls of pear puree to Aria, who was much more interested in flinging the spoon onto the floor.She read it aloud, her voice soft and filled with wonder.“They want to honor you. A lifetime award for ethical leadership—‘for shaping the culture of global enterprise by proving that kindness, clarity, and conscience can lead empires just as well as dominance ever did.’”Adrain looked up, blinking. He reached across the table and took the card gently from her hands, reading it again for himself, as if seeing his own name among those words would make it feel real.“Isn’t that… something?” he murmured.Elena smiled. “It’s only the beginning.”She was right.Within weeks, more letters arrived.Invitations. Honors. Requests to speak. From New York to Nairobi, Seoul
It was a crisp Monday morning when Adrain stepped in front of a podium again—not to pitch, not to defend, not to lead a merger or face down a hostile board. This time, he had only one intention: to open a door.The announcement had been teased quietly the week before. A soft ripple across social feeds and newsletters:“Adrain will speak live at 10:00 a.m.—an invitation, not a comeback.”There was no need for glitz. No PR campaign. No countdown graphics or buzzwords. Just a simple, black-and-white headline.Adrain will be airing live at 10:00AM.It's an invitation and no one knew what to expect, but, they were eager to hear from him or know what he wants to say. Adrain has always been a centre of attention.Still, by 9:45 a.m., the livestream had nearly a million viewers.Inside the auditorium—spare, elegant, filled with clean light—journalists, young professionals, industry veterans, and many more gathered in silence. The air was charged, but reverent. Everyone knew something was diff
As the sky darkened into an inky velvet blue, strings of paper lanterns blinked to life overhead, casting a soft, honeyed glow across the courtyard. The tables had been cleared, plates stacked, glasses refilled. Music pulsed gently in the background—something warm and old, with rhythm enough to move to but tenderness enough to sway hearts.Sophie was laughing with a circle of younger team members near the makeshift dance floor. Elena twirled with Aria once again, the toddler’s giggles rising higher than the violins and piano. The investigator and Nathan were deep in a mildly competitive card game on a blanket in the corner, and someone from HR had just started organizing a trivia game using company lore as the theme.It was then that Adrain stood up once again, this time from beside a small display table that had been kept under wraps until now. A velvet cloth still covered what rested on it.He clinked his glass softly, and a hush fell over the courtyard like a gentle breeze.“Alrigh
The energy in the building was unmistakable from the moment the elevators opened.Music pulsed softly from hidden speakers, and the scent of fresh roses, baked pastries, and citrus-scented candles floated through the main floor. Colorful paper lanterns hung from the ceiling beams, hand-lettered banners stretched across office walls, and confetti sparkled discreetly along the corners of the polished floor tiles. It wasn’t just another corporate event. It wasn’t polished or stiff. It felt like something far more sacred.It felt like family.The company had transformed into a mosaic of joy.Every department had contributed—IT teams printed holographic tokens of appreciation, the finance division cooked homemade dishes, marketing designed hand-sewn ribbons and hand-drawn cards. Everyone came not just as coworkers but as believers—in a culture that had redefined what it meant to work together.At the center of it all stood Sophie.She tried to deflect the spotlight. She wore her signature
The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the garden room, painting everything in warm gold. Outside, leaves swirled gently in the breeze, casting flickering shadows over the stone pathway. The estate was unusually quiet—not with tension, but with a serene kind of stillness that only comes after long battles have finally been won.Adrain sat at the breakfast table, still in his white linen shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. A newspaper lay folded beside his plate—its front-page headline read:"Adrian Company Breaks New Ground in Southeast Asia— Leading Landmark Deala."He didn't need to read it. He already knew the details. The deal had been weeks in the making. Sophie's team had sealed it yesterday, expanding the company’s digital infrastructure operations into an emerging region that was still finding its footing in the global tech economy. It was a smart move, and it was executed with precision.But more than that—it was ethical.No corners cut. No backroom manipulation. Ju