From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Daly had just witnessed Rebecca's capabilities and was thoroughly convinced of her talents. He approached her, clapping a hand on her shoulder, "Rebecca, darling! Your old man has full faith in you! I'm sure you'll bring glory to the Morris Group. So, when are we heading over to AY Tech?"

Rebecca replied, "Leave the arrangements to me, Dad. You use this money to tide over the crisis for now. We can't afford to lose our cool!"

Rebecca's bank account boasted over twenty million dollars.

Though not a staggering amount, it was sufficient to address their immediate concerns.

The rest, they would leave up to AY Tech.

Daly nodded, "Alright then, I'll head to the office right away."

...

Meanwhile, at the Christensen Group.

Sherman was reviewing documents at his desk when a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," he called, without looking up.

"Mr. Christensen," said the secretary as he entered.

"Speak," Sherman urged, his words brief.

respectfully before the desk, the secretary continued, "Mr. Christensen, I've found the two

of him to look

under Alex," the secretary

narrowed at

recalled the last encounter with Alex at a gala, where Alex had presented Anthea

Alex to ensure Ms. Yeager's safety,"

"Alright, that's

and exited, Sherman's brows

disposition, unpredictable in his moods. Just two days shy of his adulthood, he had personally taken his father's life! What was Anthea to him? Why would

a number shortly

Christensen," came the voice over

the pen in his hand, Sherman began, "Keep an

person on the other end was taken aback, even questioning if they had heard correctly. Why

Christensen, are we talking about Alex from the Peterson Group?"

"Yes."

dawned on the caller, who then confirmed,

returned to his documents, but not a minute later, he set them aside, reaching for

flame lit the end of the cigarette, and he took a deep inhale, the familiar tobacco taste filling

front

floor-to-ceiling window, his

of a king overlooking his domain, an