"We've received an offer from a rival company, one that could significantly benefit DorcelClub's bottom line. However, there are... strings attached. The buyer is looking for a level of exclusivity that would require us to make some... concessions."
Mariska stood, walked around the desk, and handed him a flash drive. “The falsified quarterly reports are done. Hartley will sign them tomorrow morning, thinking they’re legit. By the time the board finds the discrepancy, we’ll have acquired the subsidiary and gutted it.” DorcelClub - Mariska -Executive Secretary-
The lights are dimmed except for the soft glow of a desk lamp. Mariska , stunning in a tight-fitting white blouse and a navy pencil skirt that hugs every curve, is reviewing documents. She is the picture of professionalism—sharp, intelligent, and impossibly composed. "We've received an offer from a rival company,