FAZER LOGINNyla and Cameron rushed to Harper Industries headquarters. Police cars were already parked outside, lights flashing. Security had cordoned off the top floor where the executive offices were located. Nyla's new office - the one she had just been assigned as future CEO - was at the end of the hall. The door was open. Glass from the broken window crunched under her shoes as she entered. The office had been ransacked. Drawers pulled out. Papers scattered everywhere. Her desk overturned. The filing cabinet pried open. A police detective approached. "Miss Harper? I'm Detective Morris. Can you tell me what might have been taken?" Nyla looked around the chaos. "I just moved into this office three days ago. I have not even finished unpacking yet." "So you don't know what was here?" "Just some files. Office supplies. A few personal items I brought from home." Nyla's mind was racing. What had she brought here? She had been so busy preparing for the board meeting that she had just g
Nyla left the boardroom feeling both victorious and uneasy. She had won the vote. She was officially the future CEO. But Robert was still out there plotting against her. And Eric was still missing with two million dollars and a vendetta. Cameron was waiting for her in the lobby. He had insisted on picking her up after the meeting. "How did it go?" he asked. "Unanimous vote. I am officially the heir." "Congratulations." He smiled but she could see the concern in his eyes. "What is wrong?" Nyla waited until they were in his car before explaining. Douglas. Robert's email. The cryptic warning about working with someone dangerous. Cameron's face darkened as she talked. "Robert contacted a board member directly? He is getting bold." "That is what worries me. If he feels safe enough to reach out like that, it means he thinks he is untouchable." "Or desperate." Cameron pulled into traffic. "Desperate men make mistakes. We need to find him before he does something worse." "Your inves
Nyla had not slept all night after finding the photo.She reported it to security. To police. To Cameron. Everyone said the same thing: be careful, stay alert, we are looking for Eric.But she still had to go to work. Still had to attend the most important board meeting of her life.So at eight in the morning, she dressed in a navy power suit. Applied makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes. Pulled her hair back into a sleek bun. Looked at herself in the mirror and practiced her confident expression.Nobody could know she was terrified.The Harper Industries boardroom was on the top floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city. A massive oak table seated twenty. Fifteen board members were already there when Nyla arrived with her father.She recognized most of them. Old men who had worked with her grandfather. A few women who had fought their way onto the board. Douglas Sterling, who was around sixty and had the most shares after her father.They all watched her enter. So
Nyla stared at the text message until the words blurred."Father," she called out. "I need you to see something."James excused himself from the guests and joined her by the window. She showed him the phone. He read it twice."Two million dollars? Where would Eric get that kind of money?""I have no idea. I thought he was completely broke.""So did I." James pulled out his own phone. "I am calling our financial investigator. If Eric has hidden money, we need to know about it."Within an hour, they had answers. Eric had a secret offshore account in the Cayman Islands. Opened eight years ago, long before he married Nyla. He had been slowly funneling money into it for years. Small amounts that would not raise red flags. By the time he lost everything, the account held just over two million dollars.And he had emptied it this morning. Right after the divorce hearing.Nyla texted Cameron: "We have a problem. Call me."He called immediately. "What is wrong?"She explained about the money. A
The courthouse steps were cold under Nyla's heels.She had dressed carefully that morning. A black suit, tailored perfectly. Hair pulled back. Minimal jewelry. She wanted to look powerful. Untouchable. Like a woman who had won.Cameron waited at the bottom of the steps. He had insisted on coming even though she told him it was not necessary. "Moral support," he had said. Now he stood there in his own expensive suit, hands in his pockets, watching her approach."Ready?" he asked."I have been ready for months."Inside, the courthouse was exactly as bureaucratic and depressing as she remembered from the initial filing. Fluorescent lights. Beige walls. The smell of old coffee and anxiety.Eric was already there.Nyla almost did not recognize him. He looked like he had aged ten years in two months. His suit was wrinkled and did not fit right anymore - he had lost weight. His hair needed cutting. His eyes were bloodshot.He sat next to a young woman in an ill-fitting blazer who was clearly
Eric looked at the divorce papers scattered on the driveway. His hands would not stop shaking."Sign them," Nyla said again. "Or I file publicly.""If I sign these, what do I get? Anything?""You get a quiet divorce. No public trial. No reporters asking questions.""That is it? That is all?""That is more than you deserve."Eric picked up the papers slowly. Found a pen in his pocket. Stared at the signature line."There has to be another way," he tried one last time."There is not.""I could refuse. Fight you in court.""With what money? What lawyer? You are bankrupt, Eric. You cannot afford to fight me."She was right. He had nothing. No money for lawyers. No way to fight a legal battle that could last years.Eric put pen to paper. His hand shook so badly the signature was barely legible. But he signed. Line after line. Initial here. Sign there.When he finished, Nyla took the papers from him. Looked them over. Made sure everything was signed properly."Good," she said. "My lawyer wi
Nyla called Cameron and told him they needed to talk. In person. Privately.He suggested his office. She said no. Too formal. Too many people around. They agreed to meet at a small coffee shop in a quiet neighborhood where nobody would recognize them.Nyla arrived first. Ordered tea she did not dri
Eric was pacing in the living room when Nyla walked through the door."Where have you been?" His voice was sharp with barely controlled panic. "You have been gone for hours. I called you three times.""I went out," Nyla said, setting her purse down."Out where?""Shopping.""Shopping." Eric stared
Nyla stared at Cameron across the table. His pain was raw. Real. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. This was not something he had told many people."I am sorry," she said quietly. "About your sister."Cameron looked away. "Everyone is sorry. Sorry does not bring her back.""No. But
Nyla sat on a desk staring at her laptop screen.TechCorp's product launch was scheduled for next Tuesday. Eric's big security software that was supposed to save his struggling company. He had poured millions into development and marketing. Booked a convention center. Invited major clients and inve







