Malia sat at her desk, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating her scattered notes. The meeting earlier in the day had been successful, the plan to expose Selene's web of lies unfolding exactly as she had hoped. The evidence she had gathered—the hard proof that Selene had been manipulating the financials and using her influence to control the business world—was enough to bring the woman to her knees. Malia had played her cards well, and the press coverage was turning in her favor.
But as the evening wore on, a different kind of pressure began to build in the back of her mind, one she couldn't ignore, no matter how hard she tried. It wasn't about business. It wasn't about Selene or even the mounting stress of her responsibilities. It was about Nixus.
