Dorothy stumbled, her trembling hands gripping the armrest of the chair as she sank into it, settling in front of the table. Her entire body shivered at the prospect of getting caught.
"What do we do now, David? We've been careful—covered all our tracks. How could this happen?"
David's expression remained unreadable, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed his surprise. He stared at the open envelope, the contents gnawing at him. Every word inside was true, and that fact alone meant they couldn't afford to dismiss the threat.
But more than fear, curiosity burned in his mind. Someone out there not only knew the truth but was bold enough to use it against him.
"We can't let this slide," David said coldly, his voice steady despite the storm building inside him. "I'll find out who's behind this. Someone's trying to double-cross us—and I don't intend to let them."
While David's thoughts sharpened with determination, Dorothy's mind wandered elsewhere, tugged by doubt and suspicion.
