The city slept under a relentless rain that had turned streets into rivers, reflecting neon signs like fractured mirrors. Inside Lila Hart’s apartment, the storm seemed to mirror the turmoil inside her chest. She sat rigidly on the edge of the sofa, her hands gripping her knees as Ethan Morgan paced the room like a man walking the edge of a razor. Each step he took seemed measured, calculated, yet every movement carried tension so thick it almost pressed against the walls. The news from the boardroom vote, the leaks, the messages from unknown sources weren't just troubling they were a perfect storm threatening to destroy everything they had fought for.
Lila’s voice broke the silence first. “Ethan… I don’t know how we can stop him. Hayes has planned everything. Every move we’ve made, he’s
