Marcus Kincaid, Veronica’s long-time personal assistant, felt a growing knot in his stomach. The casual cruelty toward Leo, the swift termination of Maria’s contract, now the freezing of her permits—it was too much. He’d always considered Veronica demanding, but never truly malicious. This was different.
During an internal meeting about the city’s “permit issues” for Maria’s workshop, Veronica had leaned back in her chair, a predatory glint in her eyes.
“Chief Harding assures me the city won’t be reconsidering anytime soon,” she’d purred, her gaze sweeping over the room. “His loyalty is… appreciated.”
Marcus felt a cold dread. Harding. A police chief. This was far beyond typical corporate maneuvering. It was outright corruption.
That night, alone in his apartment, Marcus made a decision. He opened his encrypted email, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He remembered seeing Elena Rossi’s name on some old company memos. A quick search.
He attached a fragmented, corrupted internal memo he’d salvaged from an old server backup—a document referencing “security system protocols revision – Gala Event.” It was vague, barely coherent. But it was something.
He hit send on the anonymous email, his heart pounding. The action felt terrifying and freeing all at once. He only hoped Elena would understand the cryptic message.
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