Chapter Fifty Five : A Dangerous Obsession"
Vanessa paced the length of her living room, her phone pressed tightly to her ear. The curtains were drawn, and the dim light from a single table lamp cast her silhouette against the wall. She spoke in hushed, urgent tones, her voice sharp with determination.
"No, I don't care about the risks," she snapped, pausing mid-stride to glance at the closed door. "I need this done quickly and cleanly. Do you understand me? No mistakes."
The voice on the other end murmured in agreement, but Vanessa wasn’t satisfied. She had chosen her contact carefully—a man she’d met years ago through a mutual acquaintance. He specialized in “discreet solutions” and had a reputation for getting things done without leaving a trail. Still, she couldn’t shake the nagging
