The next morning, the tension in Henry's company was palpable. Something big was brewing, and everyone could feel it. Alison arrived at the office early, still rattled from her conversation with Ling Jia the previous night. She and Ling Jia had worked out a rough plan—they needed to gather more evidence before they could expose Mark and his co-conspirators. But it wouldn't be easy, and time was running out.
Alison settled into her desk, her mind swirling with thoughts about the conspiracy, her mission, and her complicated feelings for Henry. She had to stay focused. She couldn't let her emotions cloud her judgment, not when so much was at stake.
Suddenly, there was a commotion near the elevators. Alison looked up to see Henry striding into the office, his face set in a grim expression. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with visible tension. He was on the phone, speaking tersely as he passed through the office without acknowledging anyone.
