Kian worked late into the night, his focus razor-sharp as he prepared the report for Harlow's new task force metrics. Every word, every detail had to be perfect. He knew Harlow was searching for any excuse to undermine him, and Kian refused to give him the satisfaction.
By the time he finally leaned back in his chair, the city outside his apartment window was bathed in darkness, illuminated only by the glow of streetlights. The report was thorough and meticulously detailed, but it wasn't just about the task force anymore—it was about proving to himself and Harlow that he could handle the pressure.
But as much as Kian tried to push his doubts aside, the weight of Harlow's tactics still pressed on him. The man wasn't just playing a game; he was orchestrating a battle, and Kian was at the center of it.
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