The morning sun barely pierced through the heavy blinds of Hayes Company’s private conference room, but inside, the tension was blinding. Isabella Vicks sat rigidly in the chair, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the edge of her blouse. Damien Hayes stood nearby, pacing slightly, his mind working through every detail of Emily Carter’s files, every clue they had gathered, and every threat that still lingered.
“This is it,” Damien said finally, voice low but commanding. “We’re about to uncover everything.”
Isabella swallowed hard. “Are you sure we’re ready? Marcus Vale… he’s dangerous. Everything we’ve seen so far—”
“I know,” Damien interrupted, eyes locking onto hers. “But we can’t move forward by hiding. We need the full truth.”
He sat down at the laptop and plugged in the final USB
