Chapter 13: A Dangerous Truth

Sabrina's heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she rushed towards Damian Hale's office.

If he was behind this, she needed proof. And fast.

She stopped outside his door, inhaled deeply, then pushed it open without knocking.

Damian looked up from his desk, feigning surprise. "Miss Sinclair. To what do I owe this… dramatic entrance?"

Sabrina threw the folder onto his desk. "You tell me."

Damian glanced at the papers, his lips curving into a slow smirk. "Ah. The leaked documents. Nasty business, that." He leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with amusement. "I assume you're here because you think I had something to do with it?"

Sabrina's jaw tightened. "I don't think. I know."

Damian chuckled. "Bold claim. Got proof?"

Her pulse quickened, but she refused to let him see her doubt. "Not yet. But I will."

Damian stood, stepping around his desk until he was inches away from her. "I admire your confidence, Sabrina," he murmured. "But you're playing a dangerous game. And trust me—you're not ready for it."

Sabrina's stomach twisted, but she didn't move. "If you wanted me out, you should've done it the right way. But framing me? That was a mistake."

Damian smirked. "We'll see."

With that, she turned and walked out, her mind spinning.

She needed evidence.

And she had less than 24 hours to find it.