The grandest stage can quickly turn into the most public execution ground.
Inside his dark penthouse apartment, Ethan Vance sat before a wall of glowing computer monitors, calmly watching a live security feed. The stark, blue light of the screens illuminated the sharp lines of his face, casting long, predatory shadows across the minimalist room. On the main screen, Marcus Thorne and Chloe Vance were trapped inside the executive suite of the Vance Group building, entirely unaware that their frantic, desperate argument was being recorded by the very cameras they had installed to spy on others.
"You leaked the tape, Chloe!" Marcus screamed. His face was completely pale, a stark contrast to the crimson flush of anger creeping up his neck as he threw his heavy coat across the plush leather so
