As Emily entered the deserted warehouse on the city's outskirts, the aroma of rain hung heavy in the night air. The damp concrete echoed beneath her heels, and the dull illumination of a solitary hanging lamp created shadows on the rusting metal beams above. She wanted neutral ground where neither Richard nor her allies could influence the outcome of the confrontation, so she picked this spot. This showdown was hers alone.
The proof against Richard was blazing beneath her fingertips as she held the folder of document firmly in her hands. She could finally use every piece of paper—emails, contracts and documents as evidence against him. She was done playing defense. She was going to take back control tonight.
Richard was already there. He was standing there idly with his hands in his pock
