Julian paced in his office, the once familiar surroundings now feeling like a cage. His fingers traced the edge of his desk as his mind raced. The pieces of the puzzle had started to come together. The tampered files, the whispered conversations he’d overheard, the subtle hints from Emily. He had been trying to block it all out, bury it beneath the weight of his empire. But the truth was unavoidable: someone on the inside was feeding Edmund vital information.
His suspicion had begun with a feeling—a gut instinct, honed by years of dealing with deceit in business. But now, it was more than a feeling. It was confirmed. The mole was real, and Julian needed to find them before it was too late.
The door creaked open, and Emily stepped in, her expression tense. She had been working late in the
