The aftermath of Gerald's public downfall was supposed to signal a new beginning for Emma and Alexander, but the echoes of the past had a way of lingering. The board was fractured, trust had eroded among key players, and whispers of dissent started to grow within Prescott Industries. For every victory they had claimed, there seemed to be a new obstacle waiting in the shadows.
Two days after the shareholder meeting, Emma’s phone buzzed with an anonymous message:
“Did you think Gerald was the only one? Look closer. The rot runs deeper.”
She stared at the screen, her pulse racing. "Alexander," she called out, rushing into his office.
He looked up from a stack of reports. “What’s wrong?”
She handed him the phone. As he read the message, his expression hardened. “Whoever sent this knows mo
