The battle was still ongoing, and the risks had never been greater. Despite their actions causing unintended consequences, they refused to retreat.

They were willing to battle for Mr. Duke, reveal Bobby's betrayal, and defend the company that had transformed into more than just a business – it represented their strength and determination to overcome betrayal.


As they began their separate tasks, a solemn promise filled the atmosphere – they were committed to advocating for justice, Mr. Duke, and their own causes.

Sarah anxiously walked back and forth in the lodge, waiting for an update from Martha, feeling the intensity in the air. Tiger was seated near the fire, meticulously wiping his knife while glancing at Sarah intermittently.

Finally, the phone rang. Sarah snatched it up, her voice trembling slightly as she answered.


"Martha?"

"It's done," Martha's voice came through, laced with a hint of satisfaction. "The little bug is in place, disguised as a pen on Bobby's desk. He wouldn't suspect a thing."


A wave of relief washed over Sarah. "Excellent work, Martha. We appreciate the risk you're taking."

"Someone's gotta stop that snake," Martha replied gruffly. "Just let me know when you need the audio downloaded."

Sarah hung up, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "We have eyes and ears inside Bobby's office," she announced to Tiger.

Tiger's lips curled up at the corners. "Great." Now, let's explore the type of information we can uncover."

In the following days, they were glued to their phones, eagerly anticipating any incriminating evidence from the bug. It was an anxiety-inducing period of anticipation, marked by moments of optimism and overwhelming quietness.

Finally, their patience paid off. A recording arrived from Martha, a digital file containing a snippet of Bobby's conversation. They huddled around the laptop, their faces etched with anticipation as they pressed play.

The recording crackled to life, revealing Bobby's voice, smooth and self-assured, as he spoke to someone on the phone.

"The transfer's almost complete," Bobby was saying. "Once I have full control of T&T, it'll be like a pig in a slaughterhouse. We'll bleed it dry and leave Briggs nothing but a hollow shell."

He laughed in a way that made Sarah's spine tingle with a chill. "Just picture the expression on the face of elderly gentleman Duke when his beloved company falls apart."

The recording suddenly stopped, creating an eerie silence that lingered. Sarah and Tiger shared a glance, with serious expressions on their faces.

Tiger muttered, without a shadow of a doubt. He is collaborating with Briggs to take apart the company internally.

"He's doing everything out of malice," Sarah said, a hint of anger visible in her eyes. "This is more than just money; it's about seeking revenge."

They had the evidence they needed. Now came the hard part – using it to their advantage.

"Blackmail," Tiger declared, his voice low and dangerous. "It's a risky move, but it might be the only way to stop him."

Sarah hesitated. Blackmail wasn't exactly her preferred course of action, but considering the circumstances…

"We can't let Bobby destroy T&T," she said finally, a steely resolve hardening her voice. "If blackmail is what it takes… then so be it."

They spent the next few hours formulating a plan. They wouldn't demand money; their goal was to stop Bobby's malicious plot.

The recording would serve as leverage, a threat to expose his true intentions to the entire company board, the media, and perhaps even Mr. Duke.

The next day, Sarah made the call. Her voice, disguised with a voice modulator, delivered a chilling message to Bobby, outlining their knowledge of his plan and their possession of the incriminating recording.

"Stop your little game, Bobby," the voice warned. "Otherwise, the truth will be revealed, and your true fraudulent nature will be exposed to everyone."

The call suddenly ended, creating an eerie silence. Sarah breathed deeply, feeling her heart beating quickly in her chest.They had made their move. Now they had to wait and see how Bobby would react.

The days that followed were like an excruciating game of chess. Sarah, her voice cloaked by the digital filter, sent a steady stream of messages to Bobby.

Each message contained a snippet of their gathered evidence – a recording fragment, an incriminating email, a piece of the puzzle that revealed the full scope of his treachery.

With each message, the fear in Bobby's voice grew more palpable. The once smooth operator was now a man on edge, his usual arrogance replaced by a desperate scramble for control. Sleep became a luxury, replaced by a constant gnawing anxiety.

"Who are you?" Bobby shrieked into the phone during one particularly volatile call. "What do you want?"

Sarah's disguised voice remained calm, devoid of emotion. "We want you to stop, Bobby. Stop your plan to dismantle T&T and stop playing your little game with Mr. Duke."

"There's no game!" Bobby roared, his voice cracking with desperation. "This company deserves to crumble! It was built on lies!"

Sarah smirked, a cold satisfaction chilling her voice. "Oh, there are plenty of games, Bobby," she said. "And you're losing."

Bobby angrily hung up the phone, the noise reverberating in the vacant office. He found himself ensnared, like a trapped insect tangled in the web of his lies.

The constant fear remained close to him, wrapping around him like a poisonous snake. He found it impossible to rest, unable to concentrate, his thoughts filled with the damning proof that he was aware they had.

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The sharp sound of Bobby's phone disrupted the peaceful atmosphere of his office.. He snatched it up, his hand trembling slightly. An unknown number flashed on the screen. With a deep breath, he answered, his voice clipped.

"Hello?"

A distorted voice, laced with a hint of amusement, filled his ear. "Mr. Duke? How delightful to hear from you again."

Bobby's blood ran cold. It was the same voice from the first call, the voice that threatened to expose his meticulously crafted web of lies.

"Who is this?" Bobby demanded, his voice tight.

"Someone who knows your deepest secrets, Bobby," the voice purred. "Someone who witnessed your little chat about turning T&T into a hollow shell for your dear old daddy, Marshal Briggs."

Bobby's grip on the phone tightened. How could they have known? Had someone overheard? Panic gnawed at the edges of his mind.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, his voice strained.

"Don't play dumb, Bobby," the voice chuckled. "We have a recording. A very incriminating recording of you plotting the company's downfall."

Bobby felt a cold sweat prickle his skin. This wasn't a bluff. They had him cornered.

"What do you want?" he spat out, his voice laced with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Simple, Bobby," the voice replied. "Walk away. Step down from T&T before you cause any more damage. Consider it a… generous offer."

The call ended suddenly, Bobby was left staring at the phone in confusion. He felt like the walls of his office were enclosing around him, the fear in the air was suffocatingly dense. His meticulously built universe was on the verge of falling apart.

Bobby felt fear eating away at him like a hungry rat. The first anonymous message had been a shock – a disembodied voice accusing him of working with his father, Marshal Briggs, to dismantle T&T from the inside.

But now, there was more. Pictures, emails, and snippets of recorded conversations were all pieces of a puzzle that exposed the complex network of deception Bobby had created.

His fist pounded on the desk, making the disguised pen bounce on the smooth surface. Such boldness! Who had the audacity to threaten him? His eyes swept across the room, scanning every corner in search of a hidden camera or listening device.

He saw the harmless pen that Martha had strategically placed. A cold sweat prickled his skin. Was it…?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed again. An anonymous text message flashed on the screen: "One wrong move, Bobby, and the entire board will know your little game."

Bobby's blood ran cold. The board. His meticulously crafted facade, the image of the dutiful son, the loyal CEO – it would all shatter if the truth came out. Years of scheming, of manipulating his way into Mr. Duke's graces, would be reduced to ash.

He sank into his chair, the weight of his paranoia pressing down on him. Sleep became a distant memory, replaced by a constant vigilance. Every creak of the floorboards, every anonymous knock on his door sent shivers down his spine.

"Don't even think about leaving the city, Bobby," another message warned. "We have eyes everywhere."

He forcefully placed the phone onto his desk, the noise echoing through the heavy silence. He whispered in disbelief, his voice tinged with a quiver that revealed his usual confidence was wavering

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Meanwhile, Sarah, a steely resolve etched on her face, kept the pressure on. She relayed the information to Derrick made a crucial decision.

"We can't trust Bobby," he declared, his voice grim. "He's a cornered animal, and cornered animals lash out. We need to involve the authorities."