Elena's POV
Inside, everything was quiet. Sunlight filtered through the curtains I had cleaned just days ago. The scent of old wood, soap, and something new—resolve—clung to the air.
Anna went straight to the kitchen table and set up.
Julian lingered in the doorway, watching me—like he was waiting, like he wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.
I didn't blame him.
There were still too many fractures between us. But we were here. Together. Fighting the same war.
That had to mean something.
Anna booted the laptop and opened the file again. The same chilling words played out:
> "She's nothing without the company. That's where she bleeds. Her father knew it. I know it. And Amira? She's just the tool I needed."
Julian's jaw flexed. "He said that?"
"He did," Anna confirmed. "There's more—names, numbers, accounts. Enough to take Roth down and shake up the board."
She looked at me.
"You ready?"
I met her gaze head-on. "More than ever."
We went to work.
