Morning arrived quietly at Lawson Holdings, but beneath the calm surface, the company moved with renewed purpose. The attempted attacks over the past weeks had forced every department to tighten procedures, and the executive floor had become noticeably more disciplined. Employees checked documents twice before submitting them, meetings began exactly on time, and confidential files rarely left secured offices.
Peter appreciated the change.
He disliked disorder.
More importantly, he disliked giving unseen enemies opportunities.
From the glass wall of his office, he watched employees begin another busy day. His gaze drifted naturally toward the workstation outside his office.
Caro was already there.
She had arrived before almost everyone else.
