Liana's Pov
I did not head home straight away. My hands kept shaking on the steering wheel, my heart racing like a war drum. Who was the man in the hooded sweatshirt on the pavement? Was Dominic spying on me now?
I pressed the speed dial. "Leo, I need you. Now."
There was silence. "Liana? What's going on?"
"I cannot tell you on the telephone. But it's bad. Really, really bad. I have some information and I think someone is trailing me. Do you have time to see me this afternoon?
“For you? Always. Conference room, 3 p.m. Bring everything.”
I ended the call, exhaled deeply, and turned the wheel hard toward ZCore HQ.
This wasn’t just corporate sabotage anymore. This was war.
………..
The minutes crawled toward 3pm like molasses. I had barely lifted my lunch, anxiety curdling tight in my
