et. The heavy oak desk was cluttered with papers, some of which were half-opened and others neatly stacked. But none of it felt familiar to her. She had once thought this room was the center of her father's universe, where he made th

iorated rapidly over the past few weeks, and his presence now was nothing more than

er had built was never meant for her. She had always been expected to live in his shadow, to quietly accept the role of heir. But when

r father had always prided himself on being an astute businessman, a visionary who had grown the Kincaid Corporation from a small start-up to an interna

r father hiding something? The numbers didn't add up, and t

oor pulled her f

, her voice more stra

nsity that made her heart skip a beat. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew her in despite the

h. He walked over to the desk, glancing at the documents

cted." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I knew things weren

e desk, crossing his a

ng it in some places. There are transactions here that-" She

re unreadable. "The Kincaids are known for bending the rules," he said

This... these aren't just business decisions. These are shady, underhanded

moment, toward the door as if he were thinking about leaving. Bu

t this?" she aske

about the Kincaid Corporation," he said cautiously. "I've worked

osa pressed, her voice rising with

gs close to the chest. Your father wasn't the type of man to share every little det

lways seen as an untouchable figure, had hidden so much. It wasn't just the company's finances at stake-i

sa asked, her voice breaking slig

'm not the one who's supposed to share that with you,

here, ready to explain himself, but the room was empty. He wasn't comi

e whispered, her fingers trailing

m. "I think you can. But it won't be easy. The people who run this compa

nd. But now, with the company's future hanging in the balance, there was no escaping it. The legacy, the wealth, the power-every

g. "You're not alone in this, Rosa. You

ing in his words that resonated with her. She had been alone for so long, trying to separate he

tly, her voice trembling. "I

ulder, his touch comforting but firm

st sympathy in his eyes. There was something else-something deeper, something that made her he

pened abruptly, and her mother stepped inside

. "It's time we had a conversation

x, and for a moment, she felt like a pawn in a

e truth: her life, her choices, her family's empire-it was all about to change. And no matter how