The Fall of the Crown
The Bell building’s glass façade reflected the storm that had begun brewing over Manhattan, not in the sky, but in the hearts of those standing at the top of its empire. Calla stood in Cassian's office, phone in one hand, her other gripping the edge of his desk like it was the only thing tethering her to reality.
The broadcast had gone live twenty minutes ago.
News anchors scrambled to confirm sources. Social media swelled with whispers turned screams. The name Bell Enterprises was no longer being uttered with awe — it was trending alongside words like fraud, inheritance conspiracy, and cover-up.
The leak had begun.
Cassian entered with clipped steps, tie loosened, a storm in his eyes. Behind him trailed Milo and Nyra, visibly shaken but focused.
"Is it real?" C
