C47 Covered

Antonio

Rhea was a problem. A persistent, calculated thorn in my side, and for months she had been testing every boundary, probing for weaknesses in both Daphne and me. But today… today, I was done waiting.

The office was quiet—too quiet. It had the air of a chessboard, pieces moving subtly, tension under every surface. And Rhea? She thought she was playing me