OF A TRAITOR AND HIS MASTER

BRUNO'S POV

I was about to leave the office, the day finally wrapping up, when the door swung open, and Kaveesha stepped inside. Her face was thunderous, the kind of look that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I knew something had gone wrong. She did not say a word at first, just locked the door behind her, her heels clicking against the floor as she marched toward my desk.

I stood up immediately, sensing the gravity of the situation. Kaveesha came closer, too close, leaning in until her lips were at my ear. "Maurice... he's been exposed," she whispered, her voice tight with frustration. "He's Gregory's son."

My jaw dropped. For a moment, I just stared at her, eyes wide in pure disbelief. "What?" I managed to choke out. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what she had just told me. Maurice? Gregory's son? It felt like the ground had shifted beneath me.