C8 Sabotage’s Shadowy Web

In the warm but harsh lamplight of the retreat's oak-paneled office, papers littered the desk and chaos ensued. With his golden hair mussed, his broad, strained navy suit, and his blue eyes burning, Tyler stood upright and revealed manipulated merger documents. With sapphire clinging lithe contours and chestnut locks framing storm-cloud eyes that wavered in doubt, I hovered close