Malia's office was suffocatingly quiet as she sat at her desk, staring at the glowing screen of her laptop. The notification she had just received sent a chill through her veins. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the attachment, her heart sinking when she saw the documents before her. They were official-looking, complete with forged signatures and altered financial reports that directly linked her to fraudulent business practices.
The accusation was clear: Malia Hayward had been running illegal operations, funneling company funds into offshore accounts.
Her first instinct was disbelief. This had to be a mistake. Or maybe a smear campaign, but nothing that could actually be traced to her. It had to be.
