The hum of the city outside her office was barely audible over the clatter of keyboards and the steady click of pens. Malia sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of reports and data sheets. It was all so calculated now—every move, every decision made with ruthless precision. She had learned over the past few months that this war against Evelyn wasn't about strength or power—it was about strategy. And strategy was something Malia knew better than anyone.
She had a plan. A bold one. And it was time to execute it.
"Are you sure about this?" Nixus's voice was a low murmur from the doorway, his tall figure framed in the doorway like a shadow. He stepped inside, his expression unreadable, his eyes scanning the mess of papers and digital screens spread across the desk.