|| KNOX's POV ||

I sat in the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound breaking the silence. The chair across from me was empty, waiting. My mind raced as I replayed the events that had led up to this moment. Blake's campaign was gaining momentum, but I had found a way to derail it. His mistress was the key.

The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, her eyes wide with fear and defiance. I had seen her pictures, knew everything about her from my extensive research, but seeing her in person brought a new intensity to...