Chapter 8 Cracks In The Armour

• The morning light filtered through the tall windows of Sofia’s penthouse, casting soft shadows across the marble floors. The city below was just beginning to stir, but Sofia had been awake for hours.
• She stood at the large kitchen island, her untouched cup of herbal tea growing cold as she stared at the open file Elise had left on the counter the night before.
• Kingston Enterprises – Internal Stability Report.