Esme had already made up her mind before stepping into this chaos.
No matter what it took, she would ensure her team used every last ounce of their power to finish what they started. She couldn't complete the mission alone, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
Living like this—always struggling, always fighting—was exhausting. But now, with her children in the picture, failure was not an option. She refused to let them suffer because of the war she had been forced into.
There was only one way to end this.
Bringing the entire organization down.
Even if she wiped them out completely, she knew it still wouldn't be enough. Corruption had a way of regenerating, like weeds sprouting from scorched earth.
But she had a solution.
Either she would die trying, or she would ensure every official responsible for this chaos faced their downfall.
These people—the ones pulling the strings—were like oxygen. As long as they had power, the organization could breathe, survive, and rebuild.
