Mila’s Trap

Back at Morgan Enterprises, the mood in the upper echelons of the company had become tense. Mila Morgan, always sharp, always calculating, had sensed something was off for weeks. Ever since her PR director, Lori, had brought up discrepancies in key deals, Mila had been on high alert, even though she had outwardly dismissed the concerns. Her instincts—honed over years of corporate warfare—buzzed with suspicion.

Though she had brushed off the idea of a mole in her company, deep down, she knew something was wrong. The near-constant tension with Drake and the looming merger had put her on edge. Drake's ability to stay one step ahead in their dealings felt too calculated, too precise. Mila suspected that someone inside her trusted circle might be feeding him insider information—someone close to her. And that was a risk she couldn't afford to ignore.

But Mila Morgan was not the type to act on suspicion alone. She was always two steps ahead, and she had learned that in a world like this, you don't react—you trap. And so, she began crafting a plan, meticulously designing a corporate trap to expose the mole who had been leaking her secrets.

In the next round of internal meetings, Mila intentionally planted false information—a fabricated real estate deal that seemed too good to pass up. The terms were flashy and enticing, designed to make any competitor salivate at the opportunity to snatch it up. The deal, centered around a lucrative property development in the heart of Dubai, promised astronomical profits and exclusive access to prime land. But in reality, it was a carefully woven fiction, bait for whoever couldn't resist sharing it with Drake.

The next morning, in a closed-door meeting with her senior executives, Mila presented the Dubai deal with all the confidence and professionalism expected of her. She laid out the fabricated details in smooth, controlled tones, knowing full well that her every word was a part of the test.

Penny Townsend, Mila's COO and trusted confidante, sat across the table, taking notes, nodding at the suggestions with her usual attentiveness. Penny's face remained composed, but Mila couldn't shake the flicker of doubt that had taken root over the past few days. Was it possible that Penny, the one person she had trusted above all others, was the one betraying her? Or was it someone else in the room? Mila glanced around, keeping her expression neutral, unwilling to reveal even a hint of her suspicions.

The conversation flowed as usual, her other executives chiming in with their thoughts on the deal, but Mila's focus remained laser-sharp. She was watching, waiting for any sign of hesitation, any slip that would confirm her suspicions. She knew that whoever was leaking information to Drake wouldn't be able to resist passing on such a golden opportunity.

As the meeting wrapped up, Penny was one of the first to leave the room, giving Mila a polite nod as she collected her notes. Mila watched her go, her stomach tightening with unease. Was Penny the one feeding Drake these secrets? Or was her paranoia clouding her judgment? She couldn't afford to be wrong, not with everything on the line.

After the meeting, Mila retreated to her private office, her sanctuary high above Manhattan. She stood by the large windows, gazing out over the city below. The skyline buzzed with life, cars whizzing by, the distant glow of lights flickering in the evening haze. The world kept moving, but Mila's thoughts were focused, sharp. If there was a traitor in her midst, she would find them—and when she did, there would be consequences.

She pressed the intercom on her desk, her voice calm but commanding. "Lori, come in."

Within moments, Lori Sinclair stepped into the office, her usual calm demeanor in place. "What's up?"

"Make sure the details of the Dubai deal circulate quietly. I want whispers about it in the usual channels," Mila instructed, her eyes still fixed on the city beyond the glass. "Let's see who talks."

Lori nodded, understanding the importance of the assignment. She was sharp, and Mila trusted her instincts when it came to managing delicate PR matters. But this was more than PR. This was the first step in a trap. A carefully baited net.

As Lori left the office to handle the subtle PR leak, Mila sat down behind her desk, her fingers drumming against the smooth mahogany surface. Now, all that was left was to wait. She had set the bait, and if there was a mole in her inner circle, they wouldn't be able to resist taking it.

The only question now was who would take the bait first.

If Drake got wind of this deal, she'd have her answer. And when she did, Mila wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. Her heart hardened as she considered the possibility of betrayal from those closest to her. It wouldn't be the first time, but it would be the last.

She could feel the tension rising as the pieces moved into place. This was a waiting game now, but Mila Morgan had always been patient.

And when the time came, she would make her move.