The Pact

In the opulent confines of Walton Corporation's executive office, Sarah Walton sat behind her expansive desk, her fingers drumming impatiently on the polished surface. The room was bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, casting long shadows across the ornate furnishings.

A discreet knock at the door drew her attention, and she looked up to see her brother Michael entering the room, his expression grave and determined.

"Sarah," Michael greeted her, his voice low and cautious as he closed the door behind him.

Sarah motioned for him to take a seat opposite her, her gaze piercing as she awaited his news. "What is it, Michael? What brings you here at this hour?"

Michael took a deep breath, the weight of his words heavy on his shoulders. "It's about Emily," he began, his voice tinged with unease. "She's gaining too much influence within the company. If we don't act soon, she'll jeopardize everything we've worked so hard to achieve."

Sarah's brow furrowed in concern, her mind racing with possibilities. "Go on," she urged, her curiosity piqued.

Michael leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to neutralize her, Sarah," he said, his tone resolute. "Before she becomes a threat, we can't control."

Sarah's eyes narrowed in contemplation, the implications of Michael's words sinking in. "You mean... eliminate her?" she asked, her voice barely masking her shock.

Michael nodded grimly. "Permanently."

Sarah's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, her mind reeling at the magnitude of their conversation. "But... Michael, she's our niece," she protested, her conscience wrestling with her ambition. "We can't just..."

Michael cut her off with a dismissive wave."she is just not just our niece, but she's a liability, and if we do not take care of her, no, she will bring both of us down."

Reluctantly, sarah nodded in agreemen, the weight of their decision settling down on her shoulders ."What do you propose we do?"

And so, in the hushed confines of Sarah's office, the siblings hatched their treacherous ploy to eliminate Emily and sieze control of the waltson Corporation. With a handshake and a silent vow, they sealed their pact, setting in motion the chain of events.

In the eerie silence of the uncompleted building, Sarah and Michael Walton stood in the dimly lit room, their faces shrouded in shadows. Sarah, dressed in dark, nondescript clothing, had taken extra precautions to conceal her identity, her face obscured by a scarf and sunglasses.

Michael, on the other hand, wore his usual corporate attire, a stark contrast to the clandestine setting.

Their hearts raced with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of their mysterious ally, the leader of the notorious Terrible Tiger group. They had arranged the meeting in secret, knowing that the consequences of their actions could be dire if they were discovered.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the empty space, and a figure emerged from the darkness, his face obscured by a hooded cloak. It was their contact, the enigmatic leader of the Terrible Tigers, known only as "The Tiger."

Sarah and Michael exchanged a tense glance as The Tiger approached, his presence casting a palpable aura of danger and menace.

"You must be the Waltons," the Tiger spoke, his voice low and gravelly. "What brings you to my domain?"

Sarah stepped forward, her voice steady despite the nerves that gnawed at her insides. "We need your help," she began, her words measured and deliberate. "There's someone we need to... eliminate."

The Tiger regarded them with a steely gaze, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "Go on," he prompted, his tone betraying nothing.

Michael stepped forward, his demeanour calm and composed. "Her name is Emily Walton," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's a threat to our plans, and we need her removed from the picture."

The Tiger nodded in understanding, his expression unreadable beneath the shadows of his hood. "And what do you offer in return for my services?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of menace.

Sarah reached into her pocket and produced a stack of cash, her hands trembling slightly with the weight of their decision. "We can offer you this,"she offered, her voice barely masking her desperation. "And our loyalty."

The Tiger regarded the money with a calculating eye before nodding in acceptance. "Very well," he agreed, his voice a mere whisper in the darkness. "Consider it done."

As they concluded their meeting, Sarah and Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over them. They had made a deal with the devil, and now they would have to live with the consequences of their actions.

And as they made their way back into the night, their minds raced with thoughts of what lay ahead, knowing that their alliance with The Tiger would shape the fate of Walton Corporation and the lives of everyone involved.