Noble Best was slowly rebuilding its name. Ethan was smiling again. Even Alexander and Isabella found their rhythm once more despite the recent argument over Marcus Reid.
But peace never lasted long around them.
And sometimes, ghosts that once haunted you had a way of finding their way back.
On a Thursday morning.
Isabella was preparing for a meeting when Roosevelt burst into her office, out of breath.
“Ma'am… You won't believe who's downstairs.”
Isabella blinked. “Who?”
Roosevelt swallowed. "Tracy. She's, uh, she's giving out food packs to the staff."
Isabella froze.
“Tracy? Alexander’s Tracy?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A cold chill slid down Isabella’s spine. Tracy was the woman who had tried to break her home, who had fed Victor with information, and who had almost destroyed her marriage
