Sirius Black Dies Mga Nobela at Kwento

As much as he wanted to go home, he couldn’t because his cousin needed him now. “This is what happened, please forgive me for what I did earlier, but Sir Sirius’ company is really in danger because of the Campbell Organization. They exposed his boss’ illegal activities. Slowly, the shareholders began pulling out their shares in the company. When I researched it, I found that they moved to Campbell’s company, which is why my boss was taken to jail and now bankrupt, because he used his remaining money in the bank account to pay off debts,” the butler sadly explained, wiping his tears away. It was clear that he was loyal to Sirius, not just as his butler. “Then how did this happen to Sirius? I

He grabs it and flicks on the TV, his movements hurried and unsteady. The screen lights up with a news anchor, her voice somber and deliberate. “Breaking news this morning: Stark Davis, chairman of Paragon Group, has passed away after a prolonged battle in a coma due to an unidentified illness. Davis was admitted to the hospital a few weeks ago, and though initial reports suggested he was recovering, his condition worsened overnight.”

Later, I found out that those notifications on my phone were the final headlines of the night. "Black Group Officially Declares Bankruptcy." "Former Black Group CEO's Lover Leonard Frost Arrested for Embezzlement and Data Breach."

There wasn't a single news or update about his whereabouts or anything at all to know that Liam had won, was alive and would walk through the door again. Until now... My lack of sleep, anxiety and fatigue propelled me to turn on the TV this morning. I wasn't sure what I was looking for but I scrolled through the channels anyway. And finally, the morning news anchor caught my attention with the mention of Damien's name. “The CEO of Blackwell Group and founder of Vismo, Damien Blackwell has been confirmed dead in a tragic plane crash last night.” My mouth freezes open and blood drains from my face. The remote control slips from my hand and lands on the floor. My heart thuds.

"After the meeting. He was talking to someone in the conference room. Planning... planning to kill me at the gala." Vincent's face went white. "What?" "He said if you name me CEO, they'll get rid of me. Permanently. That the gala would be perfect—hundreds of people, chaos, an accident in the crowd." I was shaking again. "He said 'one week from tonight, Ivy Blackwood dies.'" Vincent stood so abruptly his chair rolled back and hit the wall. "Who else was with him? Who was he talking to?" "I don't know. I didn't hear the other voice clearly. I just—I got scared and left before they could find me listening."

Arielle swallowed. She hadn’t asked for a presentation. “The founder’s death,” he continued, “was ruled a suicide months after the merger closed. There was no legal, financial, or causal link between Blackwood enterprise and that tragedy.” Tragedy. The word landed wrong. Arielle hugged her arms around herself, nails biting lightly into her sleeves. “You say that like you’re reading a report.” Damian’s eyes flicked to her sharply. “Because that is how it was handled, with professionalism and Facts.”

Damien's father let out a chuckle. “You don't seem to understand what is at stake.” “I know a lot.” “No, no you don't. You have no idea Grey company just called off the deal with Blackwood Enterprise.” There was sudden silence. “What?” Damien uttered as the news struck him. “It is all over the news, son. They have closed all deals with the company. This is the worst Blackwood Enterprise has ever gotten too.”