Amelia sat at the edge of a dimly lit café, her fingers tapping nervously on the table. This wasn’t the kind of place she frequented—low-key, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city. The kind of place where people went when they didn’t want to be seen. She hadn’t told Harrison where she was going, and she knew if he found out, there’d be hell to pay. But something about the cryptic message she’d received had piqued her curiosity, pulling her into this dangerous meeting.
The note had been simple:
If you want to know the truth about Harrison, meet me. I can help you bring him down.
There had been no name, just a location and a time. It could’ve been a trap, and her instincts told her to walk away. But the small, festering part of her—the part still harbouring doubts about Harrison’s
