The next morning dawned gray and dreary, an ominous reminder of the storm brewing in Kiara's life. As she sipped her coffee, the rich aroma filled her senses, but it did little to quell the anxiety twisting in her stomach. The press conference loomed over her like a dark cloud, and the thought of facing the public—and Ruddy—sent a shiver down her spine.
With a determined sigh, she opened her laptop, scanning through emails from her grandmother and Cyndi. Cyndi's message caught her eye first, and Kiara clicked it open.
*Ruddy's been digging into your family history. He's asking questions about the Davis legacy and our charitable foundations. Be careful—he knows how to play dirty.*
