Weeks passed. Michael hired her as his assistant.
He bought her new clothes, taught her how to write emails, attend meetings, speak with confidence. The staff whispered behind her back, insinuating she was sleeping with the boss. But Katherina ignored them. She focused on her work.
Yet something changed in Michael. He grew distant, restless, staring out windows for hours.
One night, she found him in his study, sweating and panting.
“Sir! What’s wrong?” she cried.
He grabbed her wrist tightly, eyes bulging.
“I… I was poisoned,” he whispered. “The board… they wanted to kill me. I uncovered the fraud.”
She froze. “What?”
