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.

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

slightly, closing the file in front of him to look at the secretary, "And who

under

eyes narrowed

Anthea with a gift. The image of the two

Alex to ensure Ms. Yeager's

pen in his hand, "Alright, that's all I needed

secretary bowed slightly and exited,

of particularly dark disposition, unpredictable in his moods. Just two days shy of his adulthood, he had personally taken his

dialed a number

the voice over the

Sherman began, "Keep an

end was taken aback, even

talking about Alex from the Peterson Group?" the

"Yes."

on the caller, who then confirmed, "Understood, I'll make the arrangements

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

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

front

floor-to-ceiling window, his

king overlooking his domain, an air of restrained nobility