Russell Harper sat at his desk, tapping a pen against the polished oak surface as he reviewed the latest reports on Andre Moreau. His mind churned with plans, each more ruthless than the last. He thrived on control, and the idea of an outsider like Moreau threatening his dominance made his blood boil.
Evelyn entered the room, her sharp heels clicking against the floor. She carried a sleek tablet in her hand and a confident expression on her face.
"We’ve got something," she said, setting the tablet down in front of Russell.
Russell leaned forward, his sharp gaze locking onto the screen. "What is it?"
Evelyn swiped through several files before pausing on one. "Moreau’s finances. He’s been quietly funneling money into an offshore account connected to a failing tech startup. The company’s
