The Price of Power
The atmosphere was filled with tension as Rachel stepped into the private lounge Nate had chosen. It was far from her usual scene—quiet, it was a different spot this time, dimly lit, no cameras, no distractions, no red lipstick smiles. Just her, Nate, and a chessboard of hidden motives.
She smoothed the hem of her wine-colored dress and smiled tightly. “You said it was urgent Nate.”
Nate didn’t even look up, with the whiskey glass in his hand. “Yes It is.”
Rachel took the seat across from him, but not before adjusting her neckline slightly—out of habit, not necessity.
“I need you to get close to Tessa, earn her trust like you’ve always wanted to,” Nate began, eyes finally locking with hers.
Rachel’s brow arched. “I thought you already tried that angle. It never wor
