Kian entered the office the next morning with a quiet determination. His successes in the past few days had given him a newfound sense of confidence, but he knew better than to grow complacent. Harlow wasn't finished—not by a long shot—and each small victory only seemed to push the man further into his games.
Kian headed straight to his desk, booted up his laptop, and began working on the latest batch of reports. The task force had grown more restless under Harlow's tightening grip, and Kian could feel the tension thick in the air. Every whispered conversation and sideways glance carried the same undercurrent of dread: Who would be next to fall under Harlow's scrutiny?
But Kian refused to let that fear touch him.
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It wasn't long before the first sign of trouble landed in his inbox.
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Subject: Mandatory Presentation
Kian,
