The dawn broke in muted hues of gray, filtering through the dense canopy of trees. Scarlett leaned against a tree trunk, the exhaustion of the previous night still weighing heavily on her. Nathan sat beside her; his eyes fixed on the briefcase that now seemed to carry the weight of the world.
"This is more than just leverage," Nathan said finally, his voice low but firm.
"It's proof that Grayson's reach goes further than we imagined. These aren't just schemes—they're carefully orchestrated traps." His face filled with concern and determination.
Scarlett nodded, her hand brushing his arm in quiet reassurance.
"Then we need to use it. Not just to expose him, but to dismantle everything he's built." Scarlett said her voice very firm.
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Lang's arrival cut through the fragile moment. He carried an air of urgency, his usual composure tinged with unease.
"We have a problem," he announced.
