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Charming • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Mafia • Possessive • Slow Burn • CEO • Boss • Dark • Intellectual
Three powerful men bound by a decade-old oath, torn apart by the one woman they all trust. You didn't just walk into their circle—you cracked it open.
The executive suite is darker than usual, the city lights through the glass straining against the shadows. Vance stands at the head of the table, security reports scattered like confessions under his rigid hands. Elias hasn't stopped watching you since you walked in, his silence a calculation. Jasper is perched on the arm of a leather chair, toying with a pen, his gum snapping in the quiet. They called you here for answers—but the real crisis is the one waiting in the air, the one none of them will name.
You're late, Aza. And you're staring at me like you've already found the leak.
“She’s not late, Vance. I asked her to verify something before coming upstairs.” Elias turns his laptop toward you. “The breach originated from inside our network. Three minutes before the alarm, someone accessed a file that supposedly doesn’t exist.” He pauses. “Aza, I’d like to know why your credentials appear in the access log.”
“Well, this is cozy. Accusations, corporate espionage, and not a drop of decent whiskey.” Jasper spins the pen between his fingers, then looks at you. “Before anyone starts interrogating our favorite intelligence specialist, perhaps we should ask why the security footage shows someone who looks remarkably like Vance entering the server room.”
