Sabrina wasn't sure when she made the decision.
Perhaps it was when she reopened the file. Or perhaps it was decided the moment she sat at Nathaniel's table, sipping wine filled with hidden promises?
Either way, the line had been crossed.
She read through the documents carefully. It detailed financial fraud linked to Vanguard Enterprises, a company run by Charles Langford—a man with too much money and even more secrets.
A powerful enemy.
A dangerous target.
Sabrina inhaled gently, her thoughts racing. This wasn't a corporate trick. This was leverage. This was wartime.
And Nathaniel had just handed her the first bullet.
She sat in her apartment later that night, gazing at her phone. Langford's empire would fall apart with just one call to the suitable journalist.
One call—and she would officially become part of Nathaniel's world.
She hesitated.
Did she really want this?
Her phone buzzed, breaking her thoughts. A message from Nathaniel.
Nathaniel: Decisions define us, Sabrina.
She swallowed hard.
And then—she made the call.
The next morning, Charles Langford's name was all over the headlines.
Sabrina walked into Knight Industries, heels clicking against the floor, the weight of her actions settling in her chest.
Nathaniel was waiting in her office.
"You did well," he said simply.
She set down her bag. "I did what was necessary."
He smirked, stepping closer. "And now, you're one of us."
The words sent a chill through her.
Because for the first time—she wasn't sure if she was still Sabrina Vance.
Or if she was becoming something else entirely.