Malia's office was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut as if the world outside could be kept at bay, just for a little longer. She sat behind her desk, papers scattered before her, the weight of her latest crisis pressing heavily on her shoulders. Every time she thought she could breathe, Selene found another way to tighten the noose around her neck. But this time, Malia wasn't going to fold. She couldn't afford to.
The phone rang, and Malia didn't even need to glance at the screen to know who it was. It had been a week since the last attack on her business—this time, it was worse. Much worse. Selene was pulling every string, hitting her where it hurt the most. Malia could feel it, deep in her bones, that this wasn't just another tactic—it was a declaration of war.
