Lena's POV
The next morning, Grey Holdings was eerily quiet. The tension from Vivian's dramatic exposure and subsequent arrest lingered in the air like a storm that had yet to fully pass. Lena sat in her office, staring blankly at her reflection in the darkened screen of her laptop. The events of the previous night played on a loop in her mind.
Vivian's smirk.
The warning message flashing on the monitors.
Reed's stunned silence.
She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the heavy weight pressing against her thoughts. A part of her wanted to celebrate Vivian's sabotage had been thwarted, and the company was safe, for now. But the other part, the part that always doubted, wasn't ready to let her guard down.
A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. It was Emilia, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.
"I figured you might need this," Emilia said, placing one on Lena's desk.
