Used by my billionaire boss
The anonymous text burned into Stephanie’s retina like a branding iron.
**Unknown:** *He’s at her penthouse. 8th Ave, Suite 3400. You deserve the truth.*
Attached was a photo of Leon’s black Bentley idling outside Adriana’s luxury high-rise, timestamped *9:03 p.m.* Stephanie’s hands shook as she stared at the screen, the walls of the empty mansion closing in around her. Leon had left hours ago, muttering about a "shareholder emergency." Now moonlight spilled through the windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floors.