The Hunt Begins
Celeste sat in Damien’s office, her fingers drumming against the polished mahogany desk as she scanned the email again. The message was clear: This was personal. Someone had gone through the trouble of leaking her private financials, feeding the media a twisted version of the truth, and ensuring the perfect storm of speculation.
Across from her, Damien stood near the window, his phone pressed to his ear. His sharp, calculated expression told her he was already working to turn the tables.
“Find out how deep the breach goes,” he told someone on the other end. “And trace every account that accessed my private files in the last six months.” There was a brief pause, then, “Good. Get back to me in an hour.”
He hung up, turning to Celeste. “My tech team is digging into my syst
