Back at the company headquarters, the atmosphere had subtly shifted.
With Rita confined to a hospital bed and the family's focus entirely on her well-being, a quiet tension brewed in the air—like the stillness before a storm. Linet and Anita had assumed temporary charge in her absence, both wearing masks of concern, pretending to be supportive and dutiful. But behind the façade, wheels were turning, fast and ruthlessly.
They'd been waiting for this window—just a sliver of opportunity to execute what had long been brewing in the dark.
Departments started reporting strange changes in protocols. Approvals that usually required Rita's sign-off were being mysteriously bypassed. Confidential files were accessed under vague "executive orders." And key clients had started receiving whis
