A knock at the door interrupted our conversation, and one of Michael's senior security advisors, Jacob, entered. Jacob was tall, broad-shouldered, with an air of steady calm that had earned him Michael's trust over the years. He gave a polite nod to Isabella before addressing Michael.
"We've received some new intelligence, sir," he began, his tone grave. "It appears Vanessa's reach is even more extensive than we anticipated. Some of her associates are actively working within organizations we thought were neutral."
Michael's eyes narrowed, and he gestured for Jacob to continue. "Go on."
Jacob cast a cautious look at me, as if uncertain how much he should say in front of me. Michael noticed and shook his head. "She deserves to know. Tell us everything."
