Christiana's POV
The sharp ring of my secure phone broke the silence in my office.
I reached for it instinctively, frowning. It wasn't an agent I recognized.
"Christiana Blackwood," I answered, my voice cold.
A distorted voice responded, "We have a problem."
"What's going on?" My mind immediately shifted into gear.
"There's a breach in the system. We've lost every secure channel. All of them. The data—we've been compromised."
I froze, my blood running cold. "What? Impossible."
The voice continued, "They've also redirected our people. Our operatives are moving in the wrong direction, and we can't find them. We can't even trace the leaks. It's… it's like they know everything."
I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles white. "Who is they?"
"I don't know. It's too clean. Too precise."
I threw the phone down onto the table, my mind racing.
Amara. It had to be her.
She was always two steps ahead. It wasn't just Chris's empire I was facing—it was her.
"I want every agent on full lockdown. Now!" I barked.
The sound of muffled voices and frantic steps echoed through the building as the reality sank in. We had been outmaneuvered. The perfect ambush.
And then the worst realization of all.
If Amara was executing a surprise attack, it wasn't just about weakening us. It was about taking us down completely.