A bait for the culprit

The night was an accomplice to Lena's spiraling thoughts. Her office, bathed in the dim glow of her desk lamp, felt more like a war room than a sanctuary. The list from the anonymous letter lay sprawled in front of her. Each name was a gateway to betrayal, and each possibility twisted her stomach into knots.

She leaned back in her chair, her mind replaying every interaction she'd had with Elias. His unwavering confidence, his subtle power plays, the way he'd insisted Reed be suspended it all took on a sinister hue. Was it foresight or manipulation?

If Elias was the mastermind, then everything, the partnership, the trust, the nights spent fighting battles side by side was a carefully orchestrated lie.

Her phone buzzed on the desk, jolting her from her thoughts. The unknown number again.

"Every move you make, I see. Do you trust your partner? Be careful whom you confide in." The unknown voice said.