Lisa stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, palms pressed against the marble sink.
Her heart thudded steadily. Controlled. Focused.
Today was the day she made her next move.
Her burner phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number:
Meeting confirmed. SEC—3:00 PM sharp. Bring the files. Bring the recordings. No delays.
Lisa locked the phone screen and tucked it into her clutch.
Her eyes in the mirror didn’t blink.
If I do this, Liam loses everything. If I don’t, I lose myself.
A cold gust of betrayal brushed through her veins—but this time, she welcomed it. Betrayal was her armor now.
She stepped out of the bathroom, heels clicking on polished floors, her expression cool and not bothered.
Downstairs, Liam waited by the front door, phone in hand, suit crisp, eyes tired.
“Ready?” h
