Outside McIntosh Realty was a complete circus. Fabian could barely find a spot to park with the sea of people crowding the entrance. The scandal they’d just seen on the news was one of the biggest of the year, and everyone wanted a piece of it. Reporters, cameramen, and journalists swarmed the area, making it nearly impossible for Fabian to push through. Thankfully, Markus had caught up with him in the parking lot earlier and handed him a baseball cap. Fabian ditched his coat, unbuttoned his polo a bit to look more casual, and pulled the cap low over his face. He let out a deep sigh as he finally made it into the building’s lobby. The guard immediately let him in, clearly recognizing him. “Good morning, Mr. Romano,” the guard greeted. Fabian gave a quick nod and hurried straight to the elevator. In his rush, he didn’t notice the woman approaching from the other direction. She was pulling a mop bucket filled with
“Sir! Sir!” Markus burst into Fabian’s office, his voice loud, as if a hundred monsters were chasing him. He was breathless and looked burdened by a huge problem. The CEO of Crown Builders, Inc. was busy signing papers. Fabian was startled by his secretary’s loud voice. One of the things he hated most was noise in his office lobby. Fabian glared at his secretary standing at the office door. “What the f*ck is wrong with you?” he irritably scolded him. But Markus ignored his boss’s anger. He hurriedly approached Fabian. “Look at this, Mr. Romano. Quickly!” Fabian’s brow furrowed at his secretary’s behavior. This was unlike him; he was usually reserved and formal. Markus showed him his phone. A video was playing on the screen. He pressed the screen to replay it from the beginning. It was a recorded audio with no background noise. The laughter of two men could be
Tyron quickly grabbed Gigi’s hand and pulled her from the garden. Before they left, however, he managed to place the final bug on a section of the gazebo. It was the perfect spot; he was sure McIntosh often lingered there. Tyron took the gun from Gigi, pulling her away from where Vira and Silas were talking. Gigi struggled to break free, but Tyron was far too strong for her small frame. She fought back, desperate to return. A muffled sound escaped Gigi’s lips as Tyron dragged her away. “Don’t blow this, Gi. Calm down! Shit! You’re going to get us both killed,” Tyron hissed. Gigi was crying; he felt her tears on his hand. Even Tyron wanted to smash the man’s head in, but he knew he shouldn’t interfere. It was Gigi’s battle; he was just there to guide and protect her. He would let Gigi do what she needed to do, but not like this. Gigi stopped struggling and cri
It was past midnight, and Gigi’s heart pounded faster with each passing minute. Her hands trembled, but she forced herself to control them. She had to do this. She let out a long sigh, glancing repeatedly at her wristwatch. At 12:00 AM, the mansion’s security detail would change shifts—the window she needed to get inside. “It’s time,” Odin said in her earpiece. She’d convinced him and Tyron to help her infiltrate the McIntosh mansion. This mission was unauthorized, and she knew JD would be furious if he found out. Especially her. She’d dragged these two along. “I’m going in.” “Be careful,” Tyron warned. Gigi rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Tyron’s words. She’d brought Odin because he was the only one in their group who could hack CCTV systems. She needed him to disable the cameras at the McIntosh mansion. The files she’d gotten from McIntosh’s office weren’t enough to convic
“The meeting is at ten in the morning, sir.” Markus stood before Fabian’s desk, holding a tablet used to record his boss’s appointments and meetings. “Damn, that old man. Why did he suddenly call a meeting? Can I skip it?” Markus’s eyes widened, and he shook his head violently, seemingly terrified of his boss’s idea. “You’re part of the board, sir; you should be there. He’ll mock you again if you don’t show up.” Fabian glared at his secretary, annoyed by the mention of the old man’s insults. He still hadn’t accepted what McIntosh had done. He’d mocked him in his own boardroom. “You’re right, I need to be there. I think it’s time for payback, don’t you think?” A wicked smile curved Fabian’s lips. Fabian grabbed his phone and dialed his brother’s number. It rang a few times before he answered. In the background, Fabian heard the loud moans of women. He knew there were many because it was so noisy
Arnold McIntosh glared at Fabian as he entered the room where an emergency board meeting was taking place. Fabian ignored him and sat in his designated seat. Since learning of McIntosh’s plans, Fabian had lost all respect for him. His only thought was to stop McIntosh. The meeting was already underway when Fabian arrived, and all eyes turned to him. Everyone was seated, but upon Fabian's arrival, they all stood to greet him. Arnold's glare intensified, seeing the board members' respect for the newcomer. It was an insult. A member of the security team was speaking, a video playing on the large screen showing CCTV footage from the night of the break-in. “The burglar entered just after security rounds. We can say it was an inside job,” the head of security explained. Fabian focused on the video. He frowned, recognizing one of the janitors. Both were women, but one caught his attention, not for her looks, but for