Clifford sat frozen at his desk, eyes clouded with worry. His thoughts spun like a wheel stuck in mud.
Gerald is getting released? He shook his head slowly. But he was sentenced to ten years... it's barely halfway through. Something wasn't right. Something big. Something he clearly wasn't meant to know.
"I need to tell Elena," he muttered, already reaching for his phone.
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Meanwhile, Elena stepped into the elevator, calm and collected. She had just finished a meeting and was heading downstairs when the doors slid open to another floor—and there she was.
Sarah.
The tension in the air changed instantly.
Their eyes locked.
Elena's face softened into a polite, unreadable smile—like someone greeting an old acquaintance.
Sarah's, on the other hand, curled into something darker—a grin laced with venom.
