~Narrator’s~

“If I can't control Reo,” Adele whispers, “then I'll control what he built.”

She's standing in the glass-walled corner of the corporate finance wing, tapping a red-tipped finger against a forged document. Her eyes glow, coldly, and viciously.

She’s been in this office before. Too many times, pretending to assist. Pretending to support. Now, with Reo missing and Leo distracted by guilt and whatever pity he’s sulking up for Jennie, Adele takes her moment. She slides the altered spreadsheets into the outgoing financial reports with a sly smile. If the numbers reach the Tokyo investors, the panic will set in like wildfire. Doubts will rise. Stocks will drop. And...