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.

"Mr. Christensen,

closing the file in front of him to look at the secretary,

operatives under Alex," the

eyes narrowed

gala, where Alex had presented Anthea with a gift. The image of the two

assigned by Alex to

hand, "Alright, that's

secretary bowed slightly and

was a character of particularly dark disposition, unpredictable in his moods. Just two days shy of his adulthood, he had personally taken his father's life! What was Anthea

a

came the

in his hand, Sherman began,

was taken aback, even questioning if

from

"Yes."

then

a minute later, he set them aside, reaching

of the cigarette, and he took a deep inhale, the familiar

in front of

floor-to-ceiling window, his

king overlooking his domain,