Chapter Fifty Two: The Hunt for Truth
Noah sat at his desk, the weight of the recent scandal pressing upon his chest. His usually ordered sanctuary of quiet was claustrophobic today. The sleek, modern aspect of polished wood and cold glass echoed the turmoil that had churned in his guts. The pile of documents in front of him went unnoticed, as his mind still reeled with the chaos surrounding Stephanie and Michael.
He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as he stared at the faint rain streaks on the large glass window behind him. The city below stretched out, alive with its usual hustle and bustle, completely oblivious to the storm brewing within his company.
Who could be behind this? The question circled his mind like a vulture. Noah prided himself on be
