Two days after the scandalous encounter at the company's gates, life had seemingly returned to normal, but Rita felt a heaviness in her chest she couldn't shake. There was a gnawing sense of unease following her everywhere—from her office to her car, even at the café across the street where she usually grabbed her late-day coffee.
That day, as she left work slightly later than usual, she had the nagging feeling again. She stopped at a bookstore, pretended to browse through a shelf of novels, and turned quickly—only to catch a flash of someone ducking behind a pillar outside.
Her instincts went on high alert.
This had gone on for too long.
She reached out to her personal driver, Charles, and asked him to take a different route back home. They made several confusing turns throu
