The soothing scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air for the third time that morning. Completely erase her father's words from her mind.
Evelyn sighed as she poured the frothy milk into her cup, her third latte since sunrise.
The caffeine had become less about energy and more about sanity.
She took a long sip, savoring the warmth before turning back to her desk, where her laptop screen glowed with files, charts, and confidential data.
Her latest client was Finley Morgan, a young politician. He was charismatic, ambitious, and dangerously persuasive.
He was running for president and had requested a complete dossier on his rivals.
Initially, she had refused because politics was a stinky swamp she preferred to steer clear of whenever she encountered it.
However, after checking his background and seeing that he was genuinely different—intelligent, kind, and sincere—she reconsidered his offer.
