A new boss.

Russell

I took a seat at one of the chairs at the back of the conference room. I could feel the weight of skeptical eyes on me. The hushed whispers among coworkers hinted at the exact thoughts in everyone's mind: was this reinstatement merely a result of favoritism, or did I truly deserve a second chance? And I was almost completely certain it was the former.

Their murmuring came to an end as Theo walked in, taking his place at the head of the table. It was a rare sight—all the chairs now filled, a stark departure from the usual emptiness that had defined my time at this workplace. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow and ushering in a shift in the room's atmosphere.

"I'm sure my Uncle was not the type to beat around during important meetings, hence I will go straight to the point," he adjusted himself on the chair. "I went through the company records and while so many products are doing exceedingly well, I noted that the face scrub that was released roughly two