Brielle’s POV
The note trembled in Brielle’s fingers long after she’d finished reading it. No name. No proof. Just the hollow echo of doubt, thick and suffocating.
A mole.
The word itself sank into her bones like ice.
Her office, once a haven of focused chaos and stubborn rebuilding, suddenly felt like a stage where every glance, every keyboard stroke, every whispered call might carry hidden knives.
Adrian stood by the window, back stiff, arms crossed tightly. The morning light framed him in silver, but his expression was dark.
“Do you think it’s real?” he asked quietly.
Brielle folded the note, her voice a rasp. “Yes. Too many things have slipped lately. That failed injunction… the leaked documents… someone’s feeding Sean our playbook.”
Adrian nodded once. “Then we start eliminati
