What To Do?

The woman arched an eyebrow, a trace of disdain shadowing her features. "Oh? So now that you know it's her, what do you suggest we do?"

The man shifted uncomfortably, glancing over his shoulder before stepping fully into the room. He moved with a subtle hesitance, as if expecting an invisible trap to spring. He settled into a worn chair and sighed.

"I thought there might still be a way to leverage her connection with Aiden Hawk. Perhaps we could use him to our advantage," he began, his voice low and deliberate. "But it appears she's moved past him entirely. Even when she was informed of his accident, she barely batted an eye and carried on as if nothing had happened."