CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE – PUT AN END TO IT

That afternoon, Jasmine set up her easel, positioning herself with a clear view of Komen's preferred meeting spot. She pretended to focus on her painting while keeping her ears attuned to any snippets of conversation. Sure enough, Komen and his associates arrived, speaking in low, urgent tones. Jasmine's heart raced as she caught words like "leverage," "Cesaro," and "hostile takeover." She prayed that Marco's hidden microphone was picking up every word. Later that evening, they reviewed the audio, their excitement growing with each damning statement they uncovered. "This is it," Marco said, his eyes shining. "We've got him." Jasmine nodded, a mix of relief and trepidation washing over her. "So what do we do now?" Marco's expression hardened. "We end this. Once and for all." The next morning, they cornered Steve Komen as he was leaving the gym. The look of surprise on his face quickly morphed into smug confidence as he saw who had approached him. "Well, well," he said, his voice