Raymond Wilson

Sophia stepped into her office at Moore Enterprises as the first rays of winter sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the sleek space with a soft, golden glow. The city below was still stirring awake, its hum muffled by the glass that separated her from the chaos. But inside her, the storm was anything but quiet.

Fragments of the previous night churned relentlessly in her mind. The confrontation with Sebastian had left her raw, Georgia’s cryptic words had rung with hidden intent, and Chris’s ominous text had been the final thread pulling her into yet another web of intrigue.

She paused to take a breath, letting the sharp scent of her coffee ground her, before her gaze landed on Chris. He was already seated across her desk, his usual easy confidence replaced by an unusual stillness. In one hand, he held his own cup of coffee; in the other, a thick folder that she knew would change everything.