Sharon’s determination was unwavering as she sat in her living room late into the night, sipping a glass of red wine. The city skyline glimmered through her window, but her thoughts were miles ahead, piecing together the perfect strategy. She knew her position was precarious,balancing between Bruce, Russell, and her vengeful ambitions against Jacob. Yet, the thrill of manipulation and the potential for a grand payoff kept her grounded in her resolve.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking her reverie. It was Damian. She snatched it up immediately.
Damian: I have what you need. Meet me tomorrow night. Usual spot.
Sharon’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. Things were moving faster than anticipated.
The next morning at Hill Enterprises, Sharon walked into the office with an air
