The weight of the situation had never felt so heavy. Cambria sat in her office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room, while her mind churned with the information that had been revealed in the last few hours. Every conversation, every confrontation, felt like another layer being peeled back each one exposing something darker beneath. Elena, Maddox, the messages from the unknown number... everything was spiraling out of control.
Cambria had always prided herself on being in charge, on being the one who controlled the narrative. But now, it felt like the story had been stolen from her. She was no longer just fighting for her company. She was fighting for her survival, for everything she had built and most of all, for the truth.
As her thoughts swirled, she found herself in an uncomfortable silence. The door to her office opened, and she didn't need to look up to know who it was. She could feel his presence the moment he entered.
Maddox.
