Elias POV

Three days.

Three long dragging days , and still nothing.

The unknown number hadn’t replied. Hadn’t even opened the message I sent.

Every night, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying the threat over and over:

> “If you don’t stop, you’ll end up the same way, buried before you ever see it coming.”

The words had lodged under my skin like a splinter. Not knowing who sent them was worse.

I checked my phone again. Nothing.

A knock sounded on my office door.

“Sir,” Richard stepped in cautiously, sensing the tension in my posture. “The board meeting is ready. They’re waiting.”

I rubbed a hand over...