The early morning light filtered through the windows of Aiko's study, casting long shadows over the scattered blueprints and documents that covered her desk. She had spent most of the night trying to untangle the sudden setbacks that had begun to plague her hospital project—permits delayed without explanation, shipments of critical supplies mysteriously rerouted, and whispers of doubt among her key supporters.Aiko rubbed her temples, the pressure building in her head. Everything had been progressing so smoothly, and now it felt like she was fighting against an invisible force intent on tearing down everything she had built.The door to her study opened, and Erik Winterhart stepped inside, his presence immediately commanding the room. Unlike the comforting words he had offered before, there was a different energy about him now—focused, determined, dangerous."Aiko," Erik greeted, his voice steady but laced with concern. "I heard about the delays. You're facing more than just bad luck."Aiko looked up at him, her frustration barely contained. "I know. It feels like someone is trying to sabotage the project, but I don't know who or why."Erik moved closer, his eyes scanning the documents on her desk with a sharp, analytical gaze. "It's not a coincidence. This kind of coordinated disruption requires planning, resources, and someone who knows exactly where to strike."Aiko's heart quickened as she listened to him. "You think someone is deliberately targeting me?"Erik met her gaze, his expression serious. "I know they are. And we need to find out who's behind it before they do any more damage."Aiko felt a surge of relief mixed with tension. Erik was taking charge, and for the first time in days, she felt like she wasn't alone in this fight. But there was also a nagging fear—what if they were too late?"What do we do?" Aiko asked, her voice a mix of determination and desperation.Erik didn't hesitate. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her, his focus intense. "First, we need to identify where the disruptions are coming from. Who's been handling the permits? Who's in charge of the shipments? We need to trace every delay back to its source."Aiko nodded, already reaching for the stack of papers that held the details of the project. "I've been working with several suppliers and local officials, but everything was fine until recently. I can't figure out what changed."Erik leaned closer, his presence both comforting and electric, as if the air between them crackled with tension. "Look for patterns. The same names, the same companies. Someone is pulling the strings, and they've left a trail—however small."Together, they combed through the documents, Erik's sharp mind picking up on details that Aiko had overlooked in her exhaustion. He pointed out inconsistencies in the paperwork, connections between seemingly unrelated delays, and gaps in the communication that hinted at deliberate interference."There," Erik said, tapping a finger on a specific name listed as a key contact for several shipments that had gone awry. "This person—Takahashi. He's been involved in multiple delays, but he's not a regular supplier. He's someone new, brought in just before the problems started."Aiko's eyes widened as she saw the pattern. "Takahashi... He was recommended by one of my father's old business partners. I didn't think twice about it, but now..."Erik's gaze darkened. "It's possible he's working for someone else, someone with a vested interest in seeing your project fail."Aiko felt a chill run down her spine. The more they uncovered, the more it became clear that this wasn't just bad luck—this was a targeted attack. "But why? Who would want to sabotage a hospital?"Erik leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful but tense. "There are always people who fear change, especially when it threatens their power or interests. This hospital will bring new influence, new technology. Not everyone sees that as a good thing."Aiko swallowed hard, the enormity of the situation weighing on her. "What do we do now?"Erik's eyes met hers, and there was a fire in his gaze that both reassured and unsettled her. "We need to hit back. I'll handle Takahashi—dig into his background, find out who he's really working for. In the meantime, I'll work on securing new suppliers, ones who aren't compromised. But you need to do something too.""What?" Aiko asked, leaning in closer, her pulse racing."Stay visible," Erik said firmly. "Keep pushing forward with the project. Don't let them see that you're rattled. The more you show strength, the harder it will be for them to undermine you."Aiko nodded, her determination hardening. Erik's plan made sense, and it gave her a focus, a way to fight back. But there was still something that gnawed at her—a fear that this was only the beginning of a much larger battle."I'll do it," Aiko said, her voice steady. "But, Erik... be careful. If they're willing to go this far, there's no telling what they might do next."Erik's lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. "Let them try. They'll find out that I'm not so easily crossed."Aiko felt a shiver run through her, not entirely unpleasant. There was something about Erik—something dark and powerful, but also deeply protective. She was drawn to him, even as she knew she should be wary.Before she could say anything more, the door to the study opened, and one of the estate's servants stepped inside, bowing respectfully."Lady Aiko, there's a matter that requires your attention in the main hall."Aiko glanced at Erik, who gave her a slight nod. "Go. I'll handle things here."With a final look at him, Aiko left the study, her mind already racing with plans to counter the attacks on her project. She would follow Erik's advice—she would stay visible, stay strong. But there was still a nagging fear that this was only the beginning of something much larger.As soon as Aiko was gone, Erik's demeanor shifted. He stood up and began to quietly, methodically, sift through the papers on Aiko's desk. His eyes flicked over the blueprints, financial records, and notes with the precision of a man used to gathering information—information that might be valuable to someone else. His hands moved quickly, almost too quickly, as if he knew exactly what he was looking for.Erik's gaze lingered on certain documents, his mind filing away the details for later use. He was careful, though—he left no trace of his intrusion, every paper returned to its exact place, every drawer closed as it had been. Across the city, in a dimly lit room of a high-end inn, Sayuri Takamura paced back and forth, her delicate features twisted with a mix of frustration and anticipation. Hiroshi sat in a chair by the window, his expression unreadable as he watched her."Things are moving too slowly," Sayuri snapped, her voice sharp. "Aiko's still on her feet. This hospital of hers should be in ruins by now."Hiroshi sighed, running a hand through his perfectly groomed hair. "These things take time, Sayuri. We've already managed to disrupt several key aspects of the project. The delays are mounting, and soon, they'll be too much for even Aiko to handle."Sayuri whirled on him, her eyes blazing. "I don't want her to just struggle. I want her to fail. I want to see everything she's worked for come crashing down around her."Hiroshi's jaw clenched as he stood up from the chair, moving closer to her. "You're too focused on Aiko," he muttered, his voice low and intense. "You're letting your obsession with her blind you to everything else."Sayuri's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And what's that supposed to mean, Hiroshi? That I should just let her win? Let her take everything, like she always does?"Hiroshi's hand reached out, grabbing her wrist with just enough force to make her gasp. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a mix of frustration and something darker. "This isn't just about Aiko. This is about us—about what we're trying to accomplish. But you... you're letting your jealousy consume you."Sayuri's breath hitched as she stared up at him, her heart racing not just from his words, but from the tension between them—tension that had been building for weeks. "And what about you, Hiroshi? What are you really after?"Hiroshi's grip on her wrist tightened for a moment before he let go, turning away from her. "You know what I want. I want to reclaim what I lost—my reputation, my power. But every time I look at you, all I see is how you dragged me into this mess."Sayuri's eyes flashed with anger, but there was something else there too—something raw and vulnerable. She moved closer to him, her voice a mix of bitterness and longing. "You blame me for everything, don't you? For Aiko, for your fall... for us."Hiroshi turned back to face her, his expression hardening. "You were the one who wanted more, Sayuri. You were the one who couldn't stand being second to Aiko. And now look where we are—plotting in the shadows, trying to bring down your sister, while everything we had slips through our fingers."Sayuri's anger flared, and she shoved him back, her voice trembling with emotion. "Don't you dare put this all on me, Hiroshi! You made your choices too—you wanted me, and now you're paying the price."For a moment, they stood there, inches apart, the air between them thick with unresolved tension. Then, without warning, Hiroshi pulled her close, his mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that was as much about anger as it was about desire. Sayuri responded with equal intensity, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she kissed him back, desperate to feel something other than the gnawing emptiness inside her.But as quickly as it began, Hiroshi pulled away, his breathing ragged, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and frustration. "This isn't going to fix anything," he muttered, stepping back.Sayuri's chest heaved as she stared at him, her voice breaking. "Then what will? What are we doing, Hiroshi?"Hiroshi shook his head, unable to answer her. He turned away, moving back to the window, his shoulders tense. "We're doing what we have to, Sayuri. But don't forget—this isn't just about Aiko. It's about survival. And if you let your jealousy blind you, we're both going to lose."Sayuri's hands clenched into fists, her heart aching with a mixture of emotions she couldn't untangle. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, she simply turned and walked out of the room, leaving Hiroshi alone with his thoughts.