“You already know my answer.”
She nodded once.
“Do it.”
Daniel coordinated with law enforcement, private contractors, former teammates who owed him favors. The operation was clean, surgical.
Charles was recovered twelve hours later—shaken, bruised, alive.
The mistress was found days after that.
Alive.
Barely.
The media exploded.
Evelyn said nothing.
At the next board meeting, she announced her divorce.
At the press conference, she stood tall.
“My security team performed exactly as trained,” she said. “Lives were saved because of discipline, not emotion.”
Reporters asked about the other woman.
Evelyn’s eyes didn’t flicker.
