Sarah sat behind her wide mahogany desk, the glow from the large television screen casting faint blue shadows across her office.The volume was low, but she didn’t need sound to understand what was unfolding. She leaned back slightly in her chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the live footage playing out across multiple news channels.Tiana Striker, once poised, admired, feared in quiet circles, was being ushered into a police vehicle, hands cuffed, face contorted between rage and panic.Sarah’s lips curved into a slow, restrained smile.“So,” she murmured under her breath, “it begins.”Ella stood a few steps away, tablet in hand, glancing nervously between Sarah and the screen. She had never seen her boss look this calm after something so explosive. It wasn’t relief on Sarah’s face. It wasn’t joy either.It was focus.Mr. Briggs entered moments later, adjusting his glasses as he took in the scene on the screen. “The arrest went smoothly,” he said. “No procedural errors. The charge
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