Ava's POV

The morning sunlight streamed through my office window, illuminating the stack of damning documents on my desk. Photos, doctored emails, and fabricated accusations stared back at me, each one a calculated attempt to tarnish my name and shake the foundations of Miller Enterprise.

Rose hovered nearby, her face pale with worry. "Ava," she began, her voice trembling. "This... this is catastrophic. It's worse than anything we've ever faced."

I remained seated, my face calm and unreadable. “They’re emptying their rifles,” I said, my voice steady, almost amused.

Orion paced behind me, his tension radiating like a storm waiting to break. “Ava, this isn’t just about you,” he said...