The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Marrin's apartment, illuminating her workspace with a cold, steady clarity. The photograph from Vivienne still rested on her desk, a silent reminder that the game had escalated. But today, Marrin's focus wasn't on old grudges; it was on the boardroom, the gala, and the precision strike she had been planning.
Liam was already there, reviewing the latest financial movements and communications. "The leak you triggered yesterday is spreading faster than we expected. Derek's team is scrambling."
Marrin leaned over the tablet, eyes narrowing. "Good. But we need them off-balance. Not panicked. There's a difference. Panic leads to mistakes we can't predict. Uncertainty, however… uncertainty is controllable."
Liam raised an eyebrow. "You
