The debris of the aborted auction resettled like dust on the lovely, wide floor of the great hall of Hayes Manor. Then, the evening shadows were long on the marble floor, and Celeste and Caspian stood alone at the foot of the grand staircase, still dazed from the battles of the day. In the quiet,the relief hung heavily between them, their eyes locking in a wordless thank-you for having saved the house.

Caspian exhaled, the tension shifting. A knot tightened in his chest, a mix of old grief and fresh tension bubbling up. "I owe you an apology," he started out, voice sombre. The overhead chandelier gleamed onto him and illuminated dark crescents beneath his eyes- the marks of sleepless nights and untold wounds. "When you left years ago ... my insomnia went into overdrive, which I never recovered from," he confessed, each syllable breaking his stoic facade. "I went into a spiral where days blended together, and every night, there were nightmares."

Celeste's heart clenched. She leaned in, recalling the snippets of lae-night suffering she had seen. "I never wanted to hurt you," she murmured.I was trapped. Soren forced my hand." Her own eyes sparkled with regret over lost decades. The tension that had straightened her spine in anger went slack,replaced by the ache of shared regret.

He nodded, his voice shaking. "I told myself you left me willingly. That conviction spiralled me into deeper resentment. Now, Ouch, what with Soren's threats drove you away to cut even deeper." His shoulders drooped, raw honesty filling his expression. Tears threatened to spill as her throat closed. She reached out, resting her palm on his cheek. The moment shimmered with unspoken compassion.

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch as if it would provide rare solace.

"Sometimes I'm afraid," he muttered, "that I'll let you down again, let this company down, fail to stand up to Soren. My nights are still sleepless,troubled by the thought of losing everything a second time."

A silence settled, punctuated by the faint hum of a car outside. She leaned closer, voice soft like dusk. "You are not alone," she told him. "We'll fight him together." Their breath breathed together in that stillness, a tentative tenderness leaping into life.

Then. a high-pitched ring broke the silence. Tension snapped back into place, and Caspian took his phone out of his pocket to read the screen. He went pale, the colour draining from his face. It's the board," he said, his voice shaking. "Soren called an emergency meeting. He's escalating." What would it mean, unthinkable and no longer new, to tear apart what was,appropriately, a gossamer bond newly rekindled at the prospect of the renewed threat? But they spun together, ready to confront the storm that lay over the horizon.

The following morning, Caspian entered the colossal headquarters of Hayes Enterprises with Celeste beside him, a silent fulcrum amidst the whirl of anxiety. The bright sunshine strewn across the open floor, whose sleek glass facade reflected the bright sky, felt ominous; whispers and furtive glances from employees implied a shifting of loyalty. Some of the officials in the executive corridor turned away in an old-school fashion as if they feared somehow losing their heads for looking at the beleaguered scion.

"Look at them," Caspian muttered, voice full of pain. "Soren's weaving a story that I'm incompetent." He lingered near a frosted glass partition framing one project team's workspace, eavesdropping on low comments:uncertain jokes about Caspian's judgment, allusions to a rumoured meltdown. His jaw tightened, frustration flooding him. Just months before,these same people had followed his leadership unquestioningly. Now, they

faltered, unable to act because of Soren's backroom machinations.

Celeste put a hand on his arm. "We'll show them the truth," she muttered,even as her own heart thudded with unease. She thought of Soren's cold cruelty, how it splintered faith in Caspian's steadfastness. Deeper into the offices, they discovered a halted contract being developed, with the four people behind it at their desks doing the unthinkable: nothing. The manager looked at Caspian, then looked away fast. "We had conflicting guidance from above," the man said in a low voice. "We need clarity in order to move forward." Caspian's blood went cold-Soren had started methodically shutting down initiatives that mattered, tying up Caspian's authority in bureaucratic knots of red tape and confusion.

Within the polished conference room, tension hung like an object. Soren stood at the far end of the table, all sharp lines and contours in his sharp suit. The board members had positioned themselves around a long table,all a stern impatience. Soren forced a smile and waved Caspian to him."We need to talk about your leadership- these growing concerns over your leadership," he started, voice great with mock concern. "The rumours about insomnia, the impulsive financial decisions-our shareholders deserve reassurance."

Caspian held himself still; rage and fear roiled within his apparently placid surface. His mind raced back to each shut project, each slip of doubt.He looked at Celeste, taking strength from her unwavering gaze. Then,Soren struck: "I'm calling for a vote of no confidence," he declared. Gasps rippled through the board. "Allow us to determine whether Caspian's insanity qualifieshim to continue to guide the ship."

Silence slammed down, the board members looking at each other nervously. Caspían caught his breath, fear entwined with bravado. He sensed the triumphant rawness of Soren's aura flooding the table, an

invasive, strangulating thing. And the confrontation had really begun, the fate of Hayes Enterprises-a legacy of Caspian-hanging in the balance.

A tense silence hung over the conference room's wide, glass-topped table,broken only by the twitching shuffle of papers. At Caspian's right stood Talia, her face set for battle. Roman loomed behind them, laptop tucked under one arm, while Valentina held a slim manila folder. Soren sat in the chairman's seat calmly, one eyebrow raised as if waiting for them to fall at his feet in submission.

Talia cleared her throat and started her defence. "We've found evidence linking Soren to secret accounts," she announced. "He's been diverting funds from Hayes Enterprises." Her voice quavered with the truth that she had once followed Soren's ambitions blindly. She glanced over at Roman,who was projecting some of the same documents on a big screen. A hush passed across the directors, some leaning forward in disbelief. Others,clearly in Soren's thrall, maintained sceptical looks

Soren waved him away dismissively. "A malign charge, clearly concocted to conceal Caspian's inadequacy." He pointed to a thick stack of papers."Meanwhile, these accounts describe persistent evidence of mental strain,erratic behaviour and questionable calls that put shareholder stability in jeopardy." The pages, interspersed with falsified notes from alleged medical providers, ended with a harrowing indictment of Caspian's restless nights as a debilitating flaw. For a moment, the board murmured uncertainty.

Skin pale but determined, Valentina came to the table. "My husband's treachery is greater than you know," she said softly, unveiling her manila folder. "He's manipulated finances through the use of intimidation and personal relationships." She pulled partial statements from Soren's hush-money payments. But the documents were incomplete, and doubts swirled

like unyielding fog. Some board members appeared unconvinced.throwing glances at Soren for reassurance.

Talia's jaw tightened. "This is not all there is," she continued. "We are still compiling data to refute Soren's false statements." Soren smirked and drummed his fingertips lightly on the table top. As seconds ticked by,the atmosphere became more and more charged, each individual conscious that the board's trust in Caspian's guidance was a thin-gauged denominate bird.

Caspian swallowed hard, fighting back a whirl of anger and vulnerability.His insomnia, a personal demon, had been used against him like a sharpened sword. The directors huddled, some plastic warriors who lacked the will to oppose Soren's toxic tentacles. Roman exhaled, moving in to make his case for a time, but the board regarded him with suspicion. Soren,dripping relaxed arrogance, smiled slightly, curling his lips.

"And this is the full circle," he said, voice set for the kill. "My son is not fit to be in his position. We have shareholders, and they deserve stability."The silence that followed weighed like a suffocating blanket and left Caspian's fate-and that of the entire empire-hanging in the balance.