After the meeting, Jessica spent the remaining part of the day in the company, handling several outstanding matters.
Though many had been postponed because of Davis’ trip, after the morning’s disruption she knew she had to personally settle certain issues that had surfaced as a result.
She dialed out a line on her phone. The call was answered on the first ring.
"Uncle, we can now sign the partnership with the Allen Group."
"Didn’t you say you would discuss it with Davis first?" he asked.
"I will explain the situation to him when he returns. Besides, it was originally my project for Santiago’s Group," Jessica said firmly.
"But during the implementation, there will be a need for Davis to..." he began.
"Uncle, don’t worry. Once he returns, he will complete the process. Since it will take months before entering the production line, this won’t disrupt anything," she explained, her tone calm yet decisive.
"Alright then. My assistant will bring over the documents for your signing since I’m out of the country."
"That’s fine. As long as someone handles it." A faint smirk touched her lips.
After a few more pleasantries, the call ended. Jessica leaned back in her chair, exhaling deeply, her fingers absently tapping her cheek in thought.
She picked up the intercom. "Assistant Luke, bring me the project file of the last quarter."
With Ethan away on the summit with Davis, she had decided to test Luke Norman, first she needed to know who he is and what he wants.
She wouldn’t want another Vera or Desmond when it had already taken a toll on her to take them away from the group.
Another because he seems more capable than others and the last thing was by his job description it was his duty and office to handle such requests.
The next five days, she had resolved, would be a time of purging...removing every wolf disguised in sheep’s clothing from the Allen Group.
She dropped the receiver as she sat up properly, her gaze falling on the opened file before her as she resumed her work.
A soft knock at the door broke her train of thought. Luke entered, carrying a file.
"Here are the documents," he said, placing it carefully on her desk. He gave a polite bow and turned to leave, but Jessica’s voice stopped him.
"What do you think about the Louis Group?"
Luke froze. His heart skipped a beat. Of all questions, this was one he had neither prepared for nor expected in a professional setting.
Slowly, he turned around. Jessica’s gaze was sharp, intent, boring into him as though she could peel the truth from him with her eyes alone.
Before he could think, words slipped from his mouth unbidden. "They are cruel."
The atmosphere froze. Realizing what he had said, Luke scratched his head awkwardly, his ears burning.
Jessica’s eyes narrowed, though her lips curled into a faint, cold smile. "Cruel... yes, that is the right word for them."
"Luke," she said softly.
He stiffened, his back straightening unconsciously. It felt ridiculous how he was usually composed, stoic, respected by everyone around him. But in front of Jessica, this seemingly delicate woman, he found himself flustered, unsettled, even stumped.
Harmless? he thought briefly. Yet hadn’t she, in a single day, completely turned the tide of power within the Allen Group?
It was a mistake to think she was harmless.
Jessica’s voice pulled him back. "Why do you think they are cruel?"
With no options left in correcting the statement, he took a deep breath ready to give his reasons.
He opened his mouth, but she raised a hand, stopping him. "Sit," she instructed, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk.
Luke sighed inwardly. "Why do I feel this husband and wife had the same attitude?"
Just like Davis. He remembered when Davis had once told him to sit before assigning him the Alpha Project investigation.
Now Jessica was doing the same, only this time it was over a single subconscious word...cruel..
He sat down, his posture calm, his face cold as he had finally got hold of himself.
"So," Jessica pressed, "why do you think they are cruel?"
"Very simple," Luke replied evenly. "From what happened this morning until midday, it’s obvious. They show no mercy." He replied.
He stopped there. Though he had discovered darker truths about the Louis family, he wasn’t ready to reveal them...not yet.
Those secrets were his trump card, and he wouldn’t show his hand before the right moment, before actualizing his dream.
He would rather close the net once the fish had successfully entered the net than expose the skills he had at hand.
But deep down, he knew the Louis family wouldn’t remain quiet. With the information he had about them, their next move would be decisive and dangerous.
A move that could determine the fate of everything. Right now, he felt he was a spectator to the unfolding drama.
He felt his heart racing, maybe at that time, he would be able to get convincing evidence. Looking at the lady before him, he felt the need to warn her.

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