ALPHA BRAHAM’S POV
In my relentless search for the human woman named Millie-Rose Harvey, I found myself standing in the very building she once called home… the agency her mother built with blood, sweat, and sleepless nights.
The same agency Millie poured her youth, talent, and soul into, only to be crucified by it the moment things got messy.
I didn’t even know whether to refer to the agency in past or present tense anymore. Did it still count as hers if the vultures inside were already circling, ready to erase her name like she was some minor misstep in their perfect branding?
I’d gathered everything I could about her in just a few hours; background checks, hospital files, social timelines, history of collaborations, her mother’s legacy. And yet, none of that compared to the fire in
