“Markus! Get in here now!”

Adrian’s voice exploded through his office. His hand slammed onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere. His face was flushed, eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and frustration.

Markus hurried in, brow furrowed. “What now, Adrian? The company’s already a mess—don’t tell me there’s another problem.”

Adrian glared at him, his voice heavy. “I just watched Rosemary’s press conference. She… stood there alone facing all those slanders. Markus, I know something isn’t right. This isn’t a coincidence.”

Markus pulled out a chair and sat, his expression grave. “I feel the same. The rumors spread too neatly, the evidence looks too ‘clean.’ It’s as if someone...