Chapter Three: Fractures and Fire
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Rhea’s POV
The morning after the leak was confirmed, the city felt different—like the very air was charged with danger. I stared out the window of my small apartment, the rising sun casting long shadows on the streets below. How had I gotten so entangled in Cassian’s world so fast? A world of power, deception, and unrelenting pressure.
My phone buzzed—a message from Cassian.
Meet me at the office. Now.
No explanations, no pleasantries. Just the cold urgency I’d come to expect.
When I arrived, Cassian was already pacing in his office, a storm of frustration and worry etched across his face.
“We need to tighten security,” he said without preamble. “The leak wasn’t just a minor slip. It jeopardizes everything.”
I nodded, my mind racing. “Who do you think it is?”
He shook his head, dark eyes troubled. “Could be anyone. One of the board members. Someone on the inside. We have to find them before it’s too late.”
The weight of the task pressed down on me. I wasn’t just an observer anymore—I was a player in a dangerous game where a single mistake could mean ruin.
I thought about my family back in Ibadan. How could I tell them what I’d stepped into? A world so ruthless it swallowed people whole.
Cassian turned toward me, breaking my spiraling thoughts.
“We’ll get through this,” he said quietly. “But you have to be ready for anything.”
I swallowed my fear and nodded.
Because no matter what, I wasn’t backing down.
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Cassian’s POV
Watching Rhea stand firm despite the pressure, I realized she was far more than just a talented newcomer. She had grit. And that kind of resilience was rare in my world.
But resilience wasn’t enough. This leak was a wound that needed cauterizing before infection spread.
I gathered the security team for a late-night briefing. I needed eyes everywhere—digital footprints traced, access logs reviewed, every possible avenue investigated.
Rhea stayed by my side through it all, absorbing every detail.
“This isn’t just about business,” I told her. “It’s about survival.”
She met my gaze, fierce and unwavering. “Then let’s find the traitor.”
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Rhea’s POV
The investigation was a whirlwind. Files, emails, hidden messages—I sifted through it all with growing unease.
Who among them could betray us? Who was willing to gamble with everything we’d built?
Late one night, I found myself alone in the office. The city’s glow shimmered below, but my mind was dark with suspicion.
Suddenly, my phone rang—a private number.
I hesitated before answering.
“Rhea,” Cassian’s voice was low, urgent. “Come to the rooftop. Now.”
My heart pounded as I hurried up the stairs.
When I reached the rooftop, he was already there, eyes scanning the horizon.
“Look,” he said, pointing.
A shadow moved in the alley below—a figure slipping through darkness.
“Do you recognize him?”
I shook my head.
“We’ve been watched,” Cassian said grimly. “And this is just the beginning.”
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Cassian’s POV
The game was changing, shifting beneath our feet like quicksand.
Enemies were closing in, and trust was our most fragile currency.
I pulled Rhea close. “You’re not safe here. Not yet.”
Her eyes flashed with something I hadn’t seen before—defiance.
“I’m not leaving,” she said firmly.
Good.
Because the fight was just beginning.
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Rhea’s POV
Days blurred into nights. Meetings, security upgrades, whispered warnings. Every step felt like walking on glass—one wrong move and everything would shatter.
But then something unexpected happened.Cassian invited me to a gala—the city’s most exclusive event. It was a chance to show a united front, to gather allies.
As we entered the grand hall, dressed in elegance and armor, I felt eyes on us—admiration, envy, suspicion.
We navigated through the crowd, laughter and music masking the undercurrent of tension.
Cassian leaned in, whispering, “Watch and learn.”
A powerful businessman approached, a smile too smooth to trust.
“Mr. Vale,” he said, “I hear you have a new associate. Quite impressive.”
Cassian’s smile was tight. “Rhea is proving invaluable.”
The man’s gaze lingered a moment too long, then he stepped away.
I felt the weight of his scrutiny like a blade.
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Cassian’s POV
That man was a player—a dangerous one.
The gala was a battlefield disguised as celebration.
Every smile could hide a dagger.
I watched Rhea handle herself with grace and strength. She was learning, adapting.
But I knew the real test was yet to come.
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Rhea’s POV
Later, as the gala wound down, Cassian led me to a quiet balcony overlooking the city.
“The higher you climb, the colder it gets,” he said, voice soft.
I looked at him, sensing the walls he kept up.
“Why do you let me in?” I asked.
He hesitated, then answered, “Because I see something in you that I can’t afford to lose.”
A confession hanging in the air between us.
But before I could respond, a sharp noise interrupted—a sudden shout from inside.
We exchanged a glance and hurried back.
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Cassian’s POV
Chaos greeted us—the sound of breaking glass, startled voices.
Someone was attacking the gala.
Security scrambled, but the threat was precise.
I grabbed Rhea’s hand. “Stay close.”
The night exploded into chaos.
And in that moment, I knew nothing would ever be the same.
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Rhea’s POV
Amid the chaos, I felt something shatter inside me.
Fear. Adrenaline. And a strange, fierce determination.
We escaped to a side exit, breathless and shaken.
Cassian’s grip tighte
ned on my arm.
“This was no random attack,” he said grimly. “It’s a message.”
And as the city lights flickered behind us, I realized the war for Orion Vale was far from over.
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