e deepest. The anonymous warning still burned in his mind. You think you know who to trust. You don't. Sitting in the backseat of his sleek black Aston Martin, Adrian loosened his

crossed his arms. "Or it could be real. If someone inside Sinclair Enterprises is playing both sides, we need to find out who." Adrian studied their faces, searching for any flicker of guilt. Nothing. But he knew better than to take things at face value. "I want a full security sweep," he said, his voice firm. "Emails, financial transactions, private meetings-everything. If someone is planning something, I want to know before they make their move." Nathan met his gaze. "And if we do find something?" Adrian's expression hardened. "Then we deal with it." The room fell into silence. Victoria set the note down carefully. "There's something else you should know, Adrian. The Daily Ledger is sniffing around your company.