A scheme

Mr. Riverwood,

Earlier at noon,

“Boss, the HR is denying our access through the recent projects without the CEO’s permission!” Robert, my loyal secretary, informed me, his voice clipped with urgency as he stepped into my office.

I clenched my jaw, the vein on my temple throbbing. “What did you just say?” I asked slowly, barely able to keep my voice in check.

“She said unless Violet gives the permission, nothing can be accessed. They’ve locked the entire system.”

The pen in my hand cracked under the pressure of my grip.

That ungrateful child. Ever since my mother’s death, Violet had turned into a power-hungry, self-righteous brat with no respect. Arrogant. Cold. And worst of all—smug.

She was intoxicated by her newfound status. And now, she dared to block me from my own company?

“Call her and tell her I need those files for tomorrow’s meeting,” I growled, heat rising in my chest like wildfire.

“I tried. She’s not picking up,” Robert muttered hesitantly.

My eyes darkened.

“She isn’t res