Chapter 46

The next morning, he was gone. There was no sign of him; if it weren't for the lingering soreness between my legs, I would have thought the entire night had been a dream.

His words from last night kept replaying in my mind. What he said was vague, but my suspicion grew stronger. Was Shraf involved with a crime lord or the Mafia? I needed to know.

But how could it be true? The billion-dollar empire that is Sinclaire Industries—could it all be a façade? I had worked with Shraf for five years, and none of it ever felt like a front.

I quickly picked up my phone and got dressed for the day. Sinclaire Industries, I am coming!

As I approached Sinclaire Industries, my mind buzzed with questions. The opulent lobby, with its towering glass walls and sleek marble floors, had always felt intimidating, but today it loomed over me with an air of foreboding. I had to find answers—answers to the countless secrets Shraf had kept hidden.

I marched toward the elevator, my resolve hardening with each ste