The rooftop of Rhodes Corporation was over 50 stories high. Marcus stood at the edge, his expression shifting between confusion, anger, and frustration as his fists clenched tightly.

He shouted, "Why? Why do all of you have to push me like this? What did I ever do to deserve this? I've given my life to this company—was that not enough?"

His voice carried a mix of rage and despair, echoing in the wind. In his emotional outburst, Marcus lost his footing for a moment and nearly fell, causing gasps of horror to ripple through the gathering crowd below.

Employees had rushed to the rooftop, forming a growing crowd, their fear and panic evident in their faces.

"Mr. Chapman, please step back! Whatever's wrong, we can talk this through!" one of them pleaded.

"Marcus, what are you doing? We've worked side by side for this company for years. Whatever it is, we'll face it together!" shouted another.

"Where's Mr. Rhodes? Why isn't he here yet? If Mr. Chapman jumps, the consequences will