Greg, Harry, Ethan, and Grace sat in Greg’s office, exhaustion etched across their faces. They had just wrapped up a grueling three-hour ergency eting with the board, and the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air.
"Look, we can still prove that none of this is Cross Tech’s fault," Grace asserted, her tone firm.
"I know, Grace, and we will prove it," Greg replied, with a clear sound of frustration. "But that doesn’t change the fact that our projects will co to a screeching halt without supplies. If we can’t secure them, the employees will have nothing to work on. And I can’t keep paying them indefinitely if there’s no progress."
Harry exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "This is all my fault. I should have ensured the witness was protected until the company’s na was cleared. I never expected it would spiral into this."
Greg turned to him, with a calm voice but resolute. "It’s not your fault, Harry. None of us expected Duncan’s side to stoop this low."
But Harry wasn’t having it. His eyes darkened with guilt as he slamd a fist onto the table. "It is my fault, man. Two n are dead. They had families—people who depended on them. How the hell am I supposed to live with that? Tell !" His voice cracked before he buried his face in his hands.
Ethan placed a reassuring hand on his back. He understood the weight of Harry’s guilt—hell, they all felt it. "This isn’t on you, or any of us," he said quietly. "The other side played dirty. They did this, and they will pay for it."
Grace folded her arms, her expression steely. "My team will make damn sure of that. It won’t happen overnight, but trust —it will happen."
"Duncan must be working with soone else for him to be this audacious in his actions. That soone must be powerful," Greg uttered.
Ethan exhaled, leaning back. "Alright, so what’s the next move?"
Greg straightened, his mind already working through the next steps. "We need to secure funds to source materials from another supplier—preferably one that already has stock within the country. It’s going to cost us a fortune, but we don’t have another choice."
"I’ll handle it," Harry said suddenly. His jaw was set, his voice unwavering. "Don’t stop , Greg. If you want to feel even remotely less guilty, then let take this responsibility. Let do sothing."
Greg studied him for a mont before nodding. "If it helps you sleep at night, I won’t stop you. But I’m doing the sa. The amount we need is astronomical, and I think it’s finally ti for to take what’s rightfully mine."
Grace groaned, rubbing her temples. "Oh God. I can already feel the mountain of legal work coming my way." She sighed dramatically. "I swear, with you two throwing cases left and right, I’ll be so buried in work I won’t even have ti to date. At this rate, I’m going to die single."
The tension in the room finally cracked as the three n burst into laughter.
"Don’t worry, Grace," Ethan teased with a smirk. "If my girlfriend ever dumps , I’ll date you."
Grace shot him a withering glare, grabbing her bag. "No thanks, Ethan. I’d rather die single than date you."
The laughter only grew louder. Given their history, her rejection was almost expected.
Shaking her head, she turned toward the door. "Alright, if we’re done here, I’m leaving. Or is there anything else we need to discuss?"
Greg leaned back. "Will you be able to make it tomorrow?"
"Dylan’s party?" Grace smiled for the first ti that day. "Of course. Wouldn’t miss it. See you there."
And with that, she was gone, leaving the three n to their thoughts, the brief mont of levity a welco relief in the storm they were still fighting.
"You two are coming tomorrow as well, right?" Greg asked, his gaze shifting between them.
Harry let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yeah, yeah, we’re coming. You basically twisted our arms, so we had no choice. We still value our lives, you know," he quipped.
Ethan, however, had sothing else on his mind. He leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "Alright, Greg, what’s the deal with you and Cammy?"
Greg’s expression remained neutral. "I just want Dylan to be happy, that’s all."
"Really?" Ethan challenged. "Look, I’m not trying to pry, but Cammy’s like a sister to . She’s been through hell, and I won’t stand by if soone sses with her. We’re friends, Greg, but make no mistake—I’ll always take her side. And if you hurt her, you can start looking for a new COO."
His words were firm, unwavering. The sudden intensity in his voice caught both Greg and Harry off guard.
"Damn, Greg," Harry whistled, shaking his head. "When a guy like Ethan draws the line like that, you better be scared. You’re so done, bro."
Greg only chuckled, unfazed. "Cammy is complicated, I’ll admit that. But I’m not here to play gas with her. I don’t force her into anything—I only suggest. Whatever she chooses is entirely up to her. My role is simple: to support her."
Ethan studied him carefully, weighing every word. He wanted to believe Greg. So far, nothing he said rang false.
"Alright then," Ethan said, still testing the waters. "How do you really feel about her?"
Greg’s breath hitched for a brief mont. He hadn’t expected the question, but he was more than prepared to answer it.
"I like Cammy. A lot," he admitted. "And it’s not just about attraction. It’s not just her body I want—it’s her mind, her soul, and most importantly, her heart. If I’m being honest, I think I’m completely captivated by her."
A slow grin spread across Harry’s face before he erupted into applause. "Ohhh man! You’re in love!" he teased, clapping like a spectator at a rom-com.
Greg rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help laughing along with Ethan.
Ethan nodded, satisfied. "That’s enough for then. As long as your intentions are genuine, I have no problem with it. But Greg," his voice grew serious again, "if your feelings ever change, tell her. Don’t string her along. Don’t be another Duncan."
Greg’s expression turned solemn. He t Ethan’s gaze with unwavering certainty. "Rest assured, Ethan, I would never do that. If I have my way, Cammy will be my last. I don’t want anyone else. She’s more than enough."
Harry dramatically gasped. "Oh my God! What happened to my best friend? Ethan, call an exorcist right now! Greg’s been possessed!"
Greg scoffed and grabbed a throw pillow, hurling it straight at Harry’s face. "You’re insane. Get out of here—eting dismissed!"
Still laughing, Ethan and Harry stood to leave. But just as Harry reached the door, he paused, turning back.
"Wait a second—we all ca here in my car. Aren’t you heading ho with ?"
Greg shook his head. "Nah, you go ahead. I’ll manage."
Harry narrowed his eyes before realization hit. "Ohhh, right. Your penthouse is close by. You’ll just pick one of your cars and head ho in style, huh?"
Greg smirked but said nothing as Harry finally left.
The mont the door shut, Greg pulled out his phone. He re-read a ssage from Cammy’s bodyguard earlier, confirming that she was at Cross Tech today.
His smirk deepened as he tapped the screen, pulling up the CCTV feed of her departnt.
"I don’t need you to drive , Harry," he murmured to himself, eyes locked on the screen. "I have Cammy."
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