Acacia sat on the edge of a chair, her eyes darting around as if the walls themselves were listening.
"Mia, the board is already hesitant to move against her. If they find out there's a Byron heir on the way, they'll pull their support from us entirely. We'll be bankrupt before the first trimester is even over."
Mia stopped pacing. She looked at the expensive, sleek office that felt more like a cage every passing second. Her gaze drifted to a secure, encrypted laptop sitting on her desk, the one she kept for her "off-the-record" dealings.
"If she disappears, the heir doesn't matter," Mia said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, chilling register.
"What are you suggesting?" Acacia asked, her voice barely a whisper.
