As they settled into the car, the soft hum of the engine revved, and with expertise, the driver pulled away from the club.
Jessica let out a quiet sigh of relief. Though she couldn't bring herself to say it, she had been tense about the relaunch scheduled in just one week.
But this evening had been unexpectedly fruitful and amidst rest and play; they had secured a strong foothold for the relaunch— a strong leverage for the big return.
Yet, even with that success, she couldn't help the ache in her chest, the gnawing question clawing at her mind;
Why had Davis, once a towering figure of ambition and control, allowed himself to fall so far? He had everything it took to rise again. He had the power, the mind, the reputation and the connection — why then had he relinquished his hold, allowing others to usurp what was rightfully his?
"You have great friends," she murmured, breaking the silence, her voice gentle.
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