Broken

Chapter 7: Hidden agendas

In the cozy ambiance of a quaint café, Zac and Tony sat across from each other, a table filled with delicate pastries and warm drinks. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the soft murmur of conversations around them. The café was a place of understated elegance, with vintage décor and soft lighting, perfect for the serious conversation they were about to have.

As they sipped their drinks, Tony pulled out the folder of documents and spread them on the table. He handed Zac a few papers and leaned in, lowering his voice slightly. "So, I did some digging on Fatima Wilson," Tony began, his eyes scanning the documents in front of him. "It's strange. There's practically nothing about her past, no detailed records, no family history. It's like she just appeared out of nowhere."

Zac furrowed his brow, intrigued. "What do you mean by 'nothing'? No school records, no early career information?"

Tony shook his head, a puzzled expression on his face. "Exactly. I found some basic business records, like when she started Wilson Construction Inc. and a few interviews here and there. But personal information? It's like she never had a childhood or any past relationships. It's all very... sanitized."

Zac leaned back in his chair, absorbing the information. "So, there's no trail. That's pretty unusual, especially for someone as high-profile as her."

Tony nodded. "Yeah, there are some vague mentions of her mother and a sister, but no specifics. And that's about all I could find in terms of family. It's like someone went through great lengths to keep her personal life out of public records."

Zac frowned, pondering this. "Maybe it's intentional. She could have gone to great lengths to keep her past hidden. But why?"

Tony shrugged, taking a bite of his pastry. "Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe she's protecting something—or someone. Or maybe she just wants to control her narrative. In her position, that kind of control can be a powerful tool."

Zac nodded thoughtfully, looking down at the documents. "This makes her even more intriguing. People don't just erase their past without a reason. There's got to be something there, something she's hiding."

Tony leaned forward, his expression serious. "Exactly. And the fact that she's so tight-lipped about it makes me think it's not something she wants to be known. But hey, I did find some interesting stuff on her business dealings. Let's just say she has a lot of influence in places you wouldn't expect."

Zac's eyes narrowed as he listened. "Like where?"

Tony smirked. "Judges, city officials, even some law enforcement. She's got her fingers in a lot of pies. Makes you wonder how much of her success is really hers and how much is... facilitated."

Zac sat back, rubbing his chin. "So, she's not just a successful businesswoman; she's a puppet master pulling strings behind the scenes."

Tony nodded. "Exactly. And from what I can tell, she's not afraid to play dirty to get what she wants."

Zac sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and fascination. "This lawsuit is just a small piece of the puzzle, isn't it? There's a lot more to her than meets the eye."

Tony agreed, leaning back in his chair. "Yep. And if you really want to take her on, you need to know what you're getting into. She's not just any adversary; she's someone who can make or break people."

Zac nodded, the weight of the situation settling on him. He was dealing with a formidable opponent, one who was both enigmatic and dangerous. As he looked out the café window, lost in thought, he knew this was just the beginning of uncovering the truth about Fatima Wilson and her empire.
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