Ethan's Office, Late Afternoon
The low hum of his office's air conditioning is the only sound as Ethan sits behind his desk, staring out of the window at the sprawling cityscape below.
His fingers drum absently against the polished surface, but his thoughts are elsewhere—clouded, sharp, and relentless.
For weeks now, he's been forced into silence.
The media frenzy has been relentless, the rumors swirling like a storm around him and Xandria. He's kept his cool, played the patient game, but it's been a strategy.
A calculated silence. And now? The storm is ready to break.
Ethan leans back in his chair, his gaze flicking over the pile of documents scattered across the desk.
Reports, financial audits, contracts. And then, buried beneath it all, a file with Alyssa's name on it. He opens it slowly, as though savoring the weight of the truth he's about to expose.
