Skylar walked through the White House corridors, her mind racing.
Chris's words still echoed in her head.
"If you stand against me, then you're no different from the rest of them."
She had never seen him like this before. Not with her.
Her hands were shaking, but she forced herself to stay composed. She needed to think. To act before it was too late.
Then she felt it.
A presence.
She wasn't alone.
Skylar didn't turn around, didn't slow her pace—but she knew. She was being followed.
Her heart pounded.
Ethan.
It had to be him.
Chris didn't make empty threats. If he wanted her gone, he'd send Ethan to do it.
And Ethan?
He always got the job done.
Skylar inhaled sharply. She needed to get out. Now.
She picked up her pace, moving toward the exit, forcing herself to stay calm. But deep down, she knew the truth.
Ethan was already one step ahead of her.