As I sat in my office, feeling a sense of relief wash over me, I couldn't help but think about the person I had recently gotten involved with. I still couldn't shake off the feeling that they might be connected to the chaos surrounding my company.
Just then, my assistant knocked on the door again. "Sir, there's someone here to see you," she said hesitantly.
"Who is it?" I asked, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of the mysterious person.
"It's... um... Rachel," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
My heart skipped a beat as I heard the name. Rachel was the person I had been thinking about, the one I had been trying to connect to the conspiracy.
"Send her in," I said, my voice firm and commanding.
As Rachel entered my office, I couldn't help but notice the look of determination in her eyes. "Ambrose, we need to talk," she said, her voice firm.
I decided to listen to what Rachel had to say, my mind open to any possibility.
