Russell’s fingers hovered over his phone as he stared at the message. The photo of him in the Pacific Group boardroom was a direct challenge. His world was built on control, but someone was now slipping through the cracks, threatening to dismantle everything he had built.
He dialed Leo’s number. The assistant answered on the first ring.
"Mr. Harper?" Leo’s voice was as sharp and professional as ever.
"I want a full sweep of the Pacific Group offices," Russell barked. "Security logs, camera footage,anything unusual from the past week."
"Understood, sir," Leo replied. "Should I also,"
"Just do it," Russell snapped before ending the call. He tossed the phone onto the sleek coffee table and paced the room, his mind racing.
As he poured himself another glass of scotch, the intercom buzzed
