# Chapter: Unraveling Threads
## The Morning After
Grey hadn't slept. He sat in his home office, still wearing the same suit from the night before, now wrinkled and stained with dried blood from his encounter with the SUV's twisted metal. His laptop screen glowed in the pre-dawn darkness, casting harsh shadows across his haggard face as he stared at the cursor blinking in an empty email draft.
What do you write to inform your organization that everything they've worked for is about to crumble? How do you explain that years of carefully guarded secrets are now in the hands of your greatest enemy? The questions circled his mind like vultures, but no answers came.
His phone buzzed against the desk—a text from Kent asking if he'd be coming in early today. Grey almost laughed at the normalcy of it. Early? He'd never left.
