Michael’s POV
The room pulsed with screens and tension. Gray Enterprises' surveillance hub wasn’t built for chaos, but tonight, it felt completely tense.
I stood at the center of it all, arms folded, jaw locked tight. My assistant entered quietly with a black folder in hand. She laid it on the table without a word.
“Collateral confirmed,” she said.
Inside it were, names, messages, payments. Every one who had fed the turmoil around Riley. Who thought they could weaponize her reputation and vanish into obscurity.
“They made a mockery of her,” I murmured, tracing the edge of a timestamped photo. “Now we strike back.”
Miss Leighton gave a small nod, her voice steady. “It will drop at midnight. It's already scheduled and encrypted.”
“Make it analytical,” I said. “Avoid leaks, press rele
