Third Person POV
Hudson's office sat in silence until a sharp knock interrupted the stillness.
Beta Dominic entered, carrying a folder thick enough to beat someone with. "Alpha Hudson, here's everything on Nyx Collective."
The folder landed with a heavy thud on the desk.
Hudson picked it up and began flipping through pages without comment. With each page, his jaw set a little tighter.
So this was what Christina had been dealing with all along. Office politics at their worst.Backstabbers undermining her designs. Colleagues stealing her concepts. Being shouted down in meetings by people who couldn't match her talent if their lives depended on it.
"f*****g hell," Hudson muttered.
He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against one particular name in the report.
