บททั้งหมดของ From Trash to Titan: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Seeing Frank here, Maxwell suspected that he was here to try and silence Cedric. But he was also his boss, so maybe he was here to just check on him? That was a possibility, but Frank was a very suspicious man. "Hey Frank," Maxwell called out.Frank heard him and he stopped immediately, startled and turned around to see him.Maxwell walked toward Frank, who had stopped mid-step. The older man's face cycled through surprise, annoyance, and then forced neutrality. Deep down he was cursing Maxwell for being here. It was safe to say that by now, Frank hated Maxwell after he accused him of things at the factory. "Maxwell," Frank said, his voice neutral. "What are you doing here?""Visiting Cedric," Maxwell said simply. "You?"Hearing that Maxwell was here to see Cedric, Frank was visibly shaking with nervousness now. "S- same." He gestured vaguely toward the building. "He works for me. It's only right that I check on him after what happened."Maxwell studied him. Frank's hands were shove

Maxwell's anger grew with every word. Frank wasn't just stealing money - he was betraying the entire company. Selling secrets that Marcus Sterling and his team had worked years to develop. "Obviously you refused the bribe.""Of course I refused!" Cedric said emphatically. "I'm not a traitor. I've worked for Sterling Industries for fifteen years. I'm loyal to this company, to the people who work here. I told Frank I was going to report him to Ms. Sterling immediately.""And that's when he threatened you," Maxwell said, understanding the sequence of events now.Cedric nodded grimly. "At first it was just verbal threats. Said he'd make sure I lost my job, that he'd destroy my reputation. But when I didn't back down, when I started gathering evidence..." He trailed off, his face darkening with anger and fear."The evidence," Maxwell said suddenly, everything clicking into place. "You kept it in the south wing, didn't you? That's why the fire started there specifically.""All my documentat

The flash drive contained dozens of folders, each meticulously organized and labeled. Victoria clicked on the first one titled "Financial Records."Spreadsheets filled the screen, showing bank transfers, offshore accounts, and payments that clearly had nothing to do with Frank's legitimate salary. Hundreds of thousands of dollars flowing in and out of accounts in the Cayman Islands and Switzerland."Corporate espionage pays well," Julian muttered, his earlier skepticism fading as he saw the evidence.Victoria clicked on another folder labeled "Email Correspondence." Email after email appeared, showing Frank communicating with contacts at rival corporations. He was offering them proprietary information, manufacturing processes, product designs, client lists. Everything that would give Sterling Industries' competitors an unfair advantage."This is devastating," Victoria said, her voice cold with fury. "He's been systematically destroying our competitive edge for years."The next folder

Maxwell walked out of the conference room with everyone else, feeling lighter than he had in days. The meeting had wrapped up, and Victoria had dismissed them all without any drama.Even Julian had left without making a single negative remark! Maxwell couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Perhaps his cousin was finally accepting him as part of the Sterling family. After all, they were blood relatives, and Maxwell genuinely wanted to get along with Julian despite their rocky start.Standing in the hallway, Maxwell watched the board members disperse in different directions. The building felt different now, less intimidating, more like a place where he actually belonged.His phone buzzed just as he walked toward the elevator.It was a text from Kieran: Training is postponed until next week. Ms. Victoria says you've earned some time off. Enjoy it.Maxwell stared at the message as the elevator doors opened. Time off.He stepped inside and pressed the button for the parking garage.What w

All three turned to stare at him simultaneously like he'd just announced he was going to fly to the moon.The woman laughed again, even more sharply this time. "No, you absolutely won't. Because when you get to that register over there, they'll tell you the exact same thing we just explained to you! These aren't for sale to random people like you!""We'll see about that," Maxwell said simply, his tone completely confident.He walked calmly toward the register counter, carrying the precious shoebox.The three entitled customers followed him closely like eager spectators watching someone about to make an absolute fool of themselves in public! This was going to be entertaining!A young sales associate stood professionally behind the gleaming register. She looked maybe early twenties, dressed immaculately in a crisp white blouse and tailored black skirt. Her smile brightened noticeably when she saw the specific box Maxwell was carrying toward her."Oh!" she said enthusiastically, her eyes