Russell leaned back in his chair, the weight of Angela's revelation settling over him like a dark cloud. Sharon,his Sharon,might be at the center of this game. Betrayal was something Russell could understand, even admire in its calculated brilliance, but if Sharon was behind this… it stung in a way he wasn’t prepared for.
He tapped his fingers against the armrest, his mind spinning with possibilities.
Russell stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the city lights casting a golden glow across the room. A glass of bourbon rested loosely in his hand. His thoughts were interrupted by the faint buzz of his phone on the coffee table.
He glanced at the screen. Angela.
"Tell me you have something," he said the moment he answered.
"I do," Angela said, her voice cautious. "The
