The skies over Aukkin City were dark and heavy as if foretelling an approaching storm.
In the Cartmell Group president's office, Cyril's face was as cold and grim as the weather.
Seated behind his massive desk, he glanced sharply across his subordinates, who stood before him trembling with fear.
The air was suffocating and thick with tension.
"Who leaked the company's confidential files?" Cyril's voice, cold and laced with suppressed fury, rumbled through the office like distant thunder.
None of his subordinates dared to respond. Heads hung low, and no one met his steely gaze.
"What are the results of the investigation?" Cyril pressed, impatience edging his tone.
A middle-aged man in a tailored suit stepped forward hesitantly, his forehead glistening with sweat.
His voice wavered as he replied, "M……
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