Amelia
I could tell something was wrong the moment I walked into Richard’s office. Nathan was already there, arms crossed, jaw tight. He handed Richard a piece of paper like it was a weapon, not a document.
Richard scanned it silently, his expression hardening with every line. “It’s her,” he said finally, voice low.
“Elsa?” Nathan asked.
Richard nodded. “She’s using Jenny to push this. You can hear it in the tone, the phrasing. It’s subtle, but not that subtle.”
“You want me to speak with Hawthorne?”
“Not yet. We don’t know how many people might already be involved, or how far Elsa’s reach has spread. We don't even know what her end goal is.”
Nathan gave a tight nod and left the room.
I glanced at Richard, and he met my eyes briefly but didn’t say anything more. The air between us
