Chapter 82

Drake hesitated for a moment, his internal struggle apparent. He forced a small smile and shook his head. “I’m not hungry,” he replied, his tone firm. “Just not in the mood for breakfast.”

Kate’s brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of worry and understanding crossing her features. She knew that something was bothering him, but she also respected his need for space. “Okay,” she said gently, “but remember to take care of yourself.”

As Drake left the kitchen and headed to his study, he felt a tinge of guilt for not fully explaining his feelings to Kate. He knew she deserved to know what was weighing on his mind, but the words seemed to elude him in that moment.

In his study, he closed the door behind him and sank into his chair, staring at the computer screen without really seeing it. He thought about the bribe he had considered, the conversation with Michael, and the choice he had made to prioritize his values over immediate gain.

Hours seemed to pass as he lost