A Bitter Confrontation

The corporate trap snapped shut the second the words left Brielle's mouth.

Victor struck while the iron was hot. He slammed his palm against the polished mahogany, a predatory smirk stretching across his weathered face. "Splendid! Your grandfather was as perceptive as ever. Brielle, I shall officially grant you a week's time!"

He sealed her impossible fate right then and there. In secret, Victo