Ryan sat at his desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood as he stared at his phone. His mind was racing. After last night’s conversation with Serena, he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
He had seen her frustration, the fire in her eyes when she told him about the board voting her out.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this wasn’t just business politics—someone was orchestrating this. Someone wanted Serena gone.
He leaned back in his chair and turned to his assistant, Jefferson, who stood waiting patiently with his notepad in hand.
“Jefferson,” Ryan said, rubbing his temples. “I need you to do something for me.”
Jefferson nodded. “Of course, sir. What do you need?”
Ryan exhaled. “I need you to get in touch w
