Late Night Knock on the Door

A hesitant knock echoed through Alex’s door as nightfall cast its shadow. What if Vivian had somehow found a way to involve the authorities? Yet, it wasn’t the police that stood on his doorstep; instead, it was Trent, the newly appointed CEO, his countenance pallid and brimming with desperation.

“Alex, I’m so sorry,” Trent began, his voice trembling with sincerity. “Please, consider returning to our fold. I’m aware I haven’t treated your senior colleagues well, but the truth is, I’m drowning in this role. I’ve never confided this in anyone, but my father bought my way into MIT. I failed the SATs. I’m way over my head. Please, man, I implore you, you’ve got to help me.”