As the city buzzed with whispers of corporate scandal, one man watched it all unfold with a glass of whiskey in hand—Leon Blackwood.
From his private suite atop the Blackwood Tower, Leon scrolled through the leaked documents on his encrypted tablet, his dark eyes unreadable.
He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the mahogany armrest.
"She's making her move earlier than I expected," he murmured.
His younger brother, Daniel, sat across from him, stunned. "You knew this would happen?"
Leon sipped his drink. "I knew Charles Quinn was sloppy. But I underestimated how ruthless Isabella could be."
"Are you going to help her?" Daniel asked. "You've been watching her for months."
Leon's lips quirked. "Help? No. But I may… align with her interests. Temporarily."
Daniel frowned. "You think she'll work with you after what you did to her father's company?"
Leon's gaze sharpened. "She doesn't know that yet."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Leon stood, buttoned his dark suit jacket, and walked toward the window.
"Set up a meeting with her," he said.
"She won't come," Daniel warned.
Leon turned, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "She will. Because I have something she needs."
"What?"
He smiled. "The other half of Charles Quinn's sins."