Joanne walked into the kitchen, her legs moving on instinct. She leaned against the counter, staring blankly at the gleaming surface beneath her fingers. The world around her felt surreal, as if she were watching her life unravel from a distance.
It was one thing for her logistics company to be under threat, but to be accused of trafficking? Of crimes so vile they made her stomach turn?
She pressed a hand to her chest, willing her racing heart to slow. The initial panic had struck like a tidal wave, but now, in its wake, a new feeling settled inside her. Heavier. Sharper.
She couldn't afford to crumble. She wouldn't.
She had to act. Not just to protect her company, but to fight back. Whoever was behind this, whoever was ruthless enough to endanger innocent lives just to destroy her, had made a grave mistake. They had forced her into this battle. Now, she had no choice but to win.
