The silence in Ali Meeker's executive office was thick enough to cut with a knife. Daytoni Raye and Carly Sprung exchanged triumphant smirks, convinced they had finally put Sienna Flynn in her place. The air conditioner hummed, but it couldn't cool the heated arrogance radiating from Ali. Suddenly, a thunderous crash shattered the atmosphere. The heavy double doors of the office didn't just swing open; they were kicked off their hinges by men in charcoal-gray tactical suits.
"I’m only going to ask one more time! Which one of you is Ali Meeker?"
The lead enforcer, a man with a jagged scar across his knuckles and eyes like freezing lake water, stepped forward. His voice carried the weight of an executioner's gavel.
Ali, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, stuttered a
