Amaya’s nails drummed against the polished surface of her desk, her brow furrowed in a mix of fury and disbelief as she replayed the surveillance footage once more. The sight of Barry Joe eagerly accepting Malcolm Sebastian’s bribe was a betrayal that cut her to the core.
“That spineless coward,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her jaw clenching with rage. “After everything I’ve done for him, he dares to turn his back on me?”
Leaning back in her chair, Amaya forced herself to take a deep, steadying breath. She needed to remain composed, to think this through rationally. But the anger coursing through her veins made it nearly impossible to think clearly.
Barry had been a means to an end, a useful pawn in her game against the Sebastians. She had dangled the promise of wealth and power
