The conference room inside Coles Group HQ was dimly lit, the blinds drawn, security jammers activated. This was war.
Chase stood at the head of the table, his expression grim, hands braced against the polished oak. Ariel sat beside him, fierce and protective. Caleb leaned back in his seat, thinking, while Rachel stood near the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, wrapped in a quiet storm of hurt and rage.
“This has to be surgical,” Caleb said. “Victor is slippery. You blink, he vanishes. And if he finds out we’re on to him, he’ll disappear again—and take Monica with him.”
“I still can’t believe I let him into my home,” Rachel said quietly. “Into my life. I let him see my accounts. My emails. He could be anywhere in my system.”
“We’ll use that,” Chase replied. “He’s gotten comfo
