Vivian and I have broken up.

Christopher's face was tense and determined, as he engaged in a video call with Brad, his trusted confidant. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.

The flickering screen displayed Brad's concerned face, his brows furrowed with a mixture of attentiveness and worry. Christopher's voice carried a sense of urgency as he relayed his suspicions, his hands gesturing emphatically to underscore the gravity of the situation.

He explained to Brad how Abigail had warned him about the imminent danger lurking in their midst and how he believed there could be a spy infiltrating their circle. Christopher stressed the need to fortify the security measures around his house, his office, and, most importantly, around himself. His family's safety was paramount, and he was determined to leave no stone unturned.