When Enemies Breathe Together
Elara: You should explain the leaks first.
The reply came instantly.
Adrian: I didn’t do this.
She believed him.
That was the problem.
Across the city, Adrian Hale stood in his office, jacket discarded, tie loosened, hands braced against the glass wall overlooking Valemont. His world was collapsing in bullet points and headlines, and the only thing that hurt more than the damage was knowing Elara might think he’d caused it.
The leaks were real. Brutal. Precise.
Too precise.
“Find the source,” he snapped into the phone. “Internal and external. I don’t care how far back you have to dig.”