Celeste stared at the message, the blood draining from her face. "This isn’t over. The real war starts now."
Damien watched her carefully. "We knew she wouldn’t take the fall quietly."
Celeste sank into the couch, anxiety tightening her chest. "So what now?"
Damien knelt in front of her. "Now we prepare. We stay ten steps ahead, just like we have been."
"And if she goes nuclear?" she asked. "What if she comes after your company, or worse, the people around us?"
His jaw tightened. "Then we make sure she regrets every second of that decision."
Celeste studied his face, the anger carved into his features, the unshakable resolve in his voice. "You’d burn down everything, wouldn’t you?"
He didn’t flinch. "To protect you? Without hesitation."
Her phone buzzed next, lighting up the room.
