Damien dressed up in his tailored navy blue suit, complete with a cream-white shirt and a silver tie. His shoes were polished to perfection, reflecting the fluorescent lights in the room. He looked every bit the confident CEO as he walked out of his house, ready to tackle the day's challenges. His mind was made up to catch the spy among his employees, and he had a plan in mind to execute as soon as the meeting started.
As he walked out to his car, he couldn't help but admire the sleek design of his wine-tinted Mercedes-Benz. The car's gleaming paint job seemed to shimmer in the morning light. He started the engine, feeling the smooth purr of the V8 as he pulled out of the parking lot.
The board members were already seated in the meeting room, each with their own opinion on the direction of the day's meeting. Some were engaged in heated discussions, while others sat quietly, sipping their coffee. The facial expressions of the seven seated directors ranged from concerned to optimistic, each one reflecting their individual perspectives on the company's current situation.
As Damien navigated through the traffic, he couldn't help but wonder what had caused the congestion. The roads were jammed with cars, and the horns of frustrated drivers filled the air. Damien inched his way through the traffic, his patience wearing thin. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to scale through the traffic and arrived at the meeting room, albeit a bit late.
The meeting began with Damien asking the directors about possible solutions to the product that had been duplicated by Cassian. One of the directors stood up, he adjusted his suit as he opened his mouth.
his has happened, we can't possibly produce the same product, it would seem like a copycat in people's eyes," he said.
"How about we re-strategize?" another director suggested. "We could modify the design or add some new features to differentiate our product from Cassian's." Everyone nodded in agreement, and two other directors contributed to the discussion.
"I think we should focus on our unique selling points," one of them said. "We need to emphasize what sets our product apart from the competition."
"Agreed," another director chimed in. "We should also consider taking legal action against Cassian for copying our design. It's clear that they're trying to ride on our coattails."
After the round-off, Damien said he had an important announcement to pass across.
"I need you all to listen attentively," he said, his eyes scanning the room. The directors leaned forward, their faces filled with curiosity.
He smiled as he loved what he saw. "After thorough investigation, I was able to successfully fish out the black cat amidst us," he announced.
Immediately, there was an uproar in the room, with everyone looking at themselves instinctively. Some directors looked shocked, while others seemed confused.
Damien's announcement had clearly caught them off guard, and they were all wondering who the "black cat" might be.
But Damien paused, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"But," he repeated, "I won't disclose him, I'd rather send him a message." The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Damien.
He stood up, dipped his hands into his pocket, smiled, and left the meeting room, knowing fully well that he had played his card right. Even though he didn't know who the so-called black cat was, he was sure his trap would catch a big fish.
The game was on, and Damien was ready to play. He would use every trick in the book to catch the black cat and protect his company's interests. And he was confident that his plan would work.
The directors looked at each other, their faces filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity. They were all wondering who the "black cat" might be and what Damien's message would be. Some of them speculated that it might be a clever tactic to catch the mole off guard, while others thought it might be a way to intimidate the spy into making a mistake.
As the meeting came to a close, the directors filed out of the room, each one lost in their own thoughts. Some of them couldn't help but wonder if they were the ones being referred to as the "black cat," while others were more concerned about the potential consequences of being caught.
As Damien entered his office he thought about the various employees who had access to sensitive information and wondered if any of them might be capable of such betrayal.
Just then, his assistant walked in with a cup of coffee. "Sir, I've brought you some coffee," she said, placing the cup on his desk.
"Thank you," Damien replied, smiling. "I've been thinking about the black cat. Do you have any ideas who it might be?"
His assistant looked at him curiously. "No, sir. I don't know who it might be. But I'm sure you'll find out soon enough."
Damien nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "I'm counting on it," he said. "Keep an eye on everyone, and let's see if we can catch this mole before it's too late."
His assistant nodded and left the office, leaving Damien to his thoughts. He sat there for a moment, sipping his coffee and contemplating the next steps he would take to catch the black cat.
Damien rested his back swinging his chair left and right.
He called some investors who could invest in the current product, itbut but all was to no avail. He stood up, walked to the window then shifted the curtains sideways to get fresh hair. It was as if he was suffocating. Just as he opened the window, he heard someone receiving a call.
The only thing he could hear was, "I think he now knows."
He saw the reflection of the caller's dress through the glass and there he knew who it was.