Moris Sinclair had faced hostile takeovers, government investigations, and lawsuits designed to bury him.
But nothing like this.
Julian Roth had moved faster than expected, planting fabricated evidence of corporate espionage. If the accusations stuck, Moris wouldn't just lose his empire—he could go to prison.
But Moris wasn't one to wait for the storm to hit.
He would be the storm.
Damage Control
Moris sat at the head of the conference table in his penthouse, his closest allies gathered around him. Isabel, Sarah, Leo, and Vincent Graves.
Leo had spent the last hour analyzing Julian's attack. He rubbed his temples before speaking.
"This isn't just a PR stunt anymore. Julian has planted fake documents in company servers. Emails, contracts, offshore accounts—he's making it look like you sold confidential trade secrets to a rival firm."
Vincent, ever the no-nonsense lawyer, was already drafting responses. "If this goes public, the authorities won't just investigate. They'll arrest you first, then figure out the truth later."
Isabel's hands curled into fists. "So we hit back, right? We expose Julian before he can bury Moris?"
Moris exhaled. "We need proof. We can't just claim he set me up—we have to show it."
Leo nodded. "I've been working on that. Christopher Roth gave Sarah some insight into Julian's operations, but it's not enough. If we want real evidence, we need someone on the inside."
Sarah tilted her head. "Meaning?"
Leo's eyes gleamed. "We turn one of Julian's people against him."
The Inside Man
Julian Roth had many assets.
But also many enemies.
Moris needed someone who had access but also a reason to betray him.
That's where Liam Carter came in.
A former Roth Enterprises executive, Liam had been Julian's right-hand man for years—until Julian cut him out of a major deal and left him to take the fall.
Now, he worked in the shadows, quietly nursing his hatred for Julian.
When Moris's team tracked him down, he didn't take much convincing.
Moris met Liam in a dimly lit private lounge, Sarah and Leo beside him. Liam leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey.
"You really think you can take him down?" Liam asked, voice skeptical.
Moris didn't hesitate. "I don't think. I know."
Liam studied him for a long moment, then smirked. "Then let's make sure he never sees it coming."
Julian's Checkmate?
Meanwhile, Julian Roth was preparing his final strike.
The moment the fake espionage story hit the press, he knew Moris's empire would crumble.
Vivienne Langley stood at his side, reading the final draft of the article before its release.
"By tomorrow morning, he'll be finished," she said smoothly.
Julian smirked. "And by tomorrow night, I'll own everything he left behind."
Vivienne raised an eyebrow. "And if he fights back?"
Julian's smirk widened.
"Then we bury him."
The Counterattack Begins
Back at the penthouse, Moris's team worked fast.
With Liam Carter's inside knowledge, Leo hacked into Julian's hidden servers.
What they found was gold.
Fake contracts. Bribery records. Illicit financial transactions.
Enough to not only destroy Julian Roth's reputation—but send him to prison.
Moris leaned forward, eyes cold. "Release everything."
Leo grinned. "With pleasure."
Within hours, the media firestorm flipped.
Julian's carefully crafted story against Moris? Shattered.
Instead, headlines screamed:
"Julian Roth Accused of Fraud, Bribery, and Corporate Sabotage!"
"Roth Enterprises Under Federal Investigation!"
"Moris Sinclair Set Up? Leaked Files Reveal the Truth!"
By midnight, Julian's world was collapsing.
The Fall of Julian Roth
Julian was in his office when the calls started flooding in.
His lawyers. His business partners. The Feds.
Vivienne paced the room, her usual calm slipping. "We need to get ahead of this—"
Julian slammed his fist on the desk. "How the hell did this happen?"
A moment later, the TV in his office switched to breaking news.
Moris Sinclair stood at a press conference, calm and composed.
"Lies don't last forever," Moris said. "The truth always wins."
Julian clenched his jaw.
And for the first time in his life…
He knew he had lost.