STRINGS IN THE DARK
The next morning as Tessa was preparing for her undercover work, she tore out a folded piece of paper.
It was blank.
But she wrote down one sentence:
“Rise quietly. And when they look up, make sure they’re beneath you.”
That was her new believe.
Not just to survive Blake.
Not just to expose anyone.
But to rise—without permission.
She had sent a discreet email to a real estate contact last night, under a fake name: inquiries about abandoned waterfront land just outside Melbourne—small, forgotten, but valuable.
She taught about building something of her own.
Secretly.
And if anyone asked, she’d smile. And say
“I’m just the girl Blake used.”
Let them believe that… for now.
Four days before her full promotion, Tessa received a sealed envelope.
No return a
