Daniel had seen a lot of wars in tailored suits.
He’d seen how power wasn’t always loud—it could whisper through forged contracts, nod across boardrooms, and kill with a single leaked email.
But as he looked across Serena’s living room, watching her fold Graham’s financial skeletons back into their blue folder, he realized this war felt different.
Because this time, the woman he was protecting wasn’t defenseless.
She was the one holding the knife.
“You’ll need someone to verify these,” Daniel said, tapping the folder with a pen. “If we’re going public.”
“We’re not,” Serena replied.
His brow furrowed. “Then what’s the plan?”
Her voice was calm, but her eyes were made of blade. “We leak just enough to make him sweat. Just enough to let him know I’m not cornered. Then we wait.”
“For
