Chapter 100 Leverage

• The early afternoon sun cast long shadows through the dusty blinds of Imani’s apartment. The air inside was warm, too still, too quiet. She had just returned from a pharmacy visit—routine supplements, a mild check-up. Nothing alarming. Yet her thoughts refused to settle. Her phone had been buzzing all morning with likes and reposts from the scandal she orchestrated. It was everywhere now—exactly as she planned.
• A sharp knock came at the door. Three times.
• She froze.