Reggie and Rose sat contemplatively, a heavy silence enveloping them in the luxurious interior of the car.
Rose's mind raced through intricate simulations, trying to decipher how someone could orchestrate a fire within the fortified walls of her own company. The very thought shook her, challenging the notion of invincibility she had meticulously built.
Yet, she couldn't dwell endlessly on the impossibility of an event that had already unfolded. The incident stood as undeniable proof that nothing was entirely secure. The paranoia often attributed to her now seemed justified, a foresight that might have prevented this very occurrence if shared by others.
As the car maneuvered through traffic, Rose couldn't ignore a stirring within her – a desire for revenge. The deliberate act against her company fueled a darker emotion, one that simmered beneath her composed exterior.
"Reggie," she called out to her driver, her voice carrying a determined edge.
