The message still glowed on Julian’s phone screen, stark and taunting.
"This is only the beginning."
Julian’s grip tightened around the device, his jaw clenching as a slow, deliberate breath left him. The storm outside rumbled, echoing the tension inside the office. Emily stood across from him, her arms wrapped around herself, her skin still damp from the rain.
She swallowed hard. “Julian, what does this mean?”
Julian didn’t look at her right away. His mind was already working, calculating, shifting through possibilities. “It means Edmund’s just getting started.”
Emily’s stomach twisted. “And Victor—”
“He’s working with him,” Julian finished, his voice sharper than steel. “I should have gotten rid of him years ago.”
His fingers hovered over his phone, poised to make a call, but Emil
