The conference room at Sen & Associates was too quiet—too still. A silence thick enough to suffocate. Outside the glass walls, the city moved as usual, cars gliding over melting snow, holiday lights flickering across shop windows. But inside, the air buzzed with tension, fear, and something darker.
Aarush sat at the head of the table, posture rigid, jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Noah sat beside him, fingers trembling even though he tried to keep them hidden under the table. The scandal had spiraled faster than either of them anticipated.
Fake narratives. Manipulated photos. “Mystery man” theories.
And then—the final blow:
private texts Noah had only ever shared with one person.
Only one person had access.
Only one.
Aarush’s investigators had finally traced the origins of the le
