Sophia returned to the ballroom, the glittering crowd swirling around her like a kaleidoscope of power and privilege. The hum of conversations, laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses filled the air, but her focus remained razor-sharp. She needed answers. The unease gnawing at her wasn’t something she could afford to ignore—not now, not when her company’s reputation and her own were constantly under scrutiny.
She caught sight of Chris near the bar, speaking with a prominent investor. His calm demeanor was a steadying force in her chaotic world, and tonight was no exception. As she approached, he glanced her way, his expression shifting to one of concern the moment their eyes met.
“Excuse me,” Chris said to the investor, then turned his full attention to Sophia. “What did you find?”