LOGINDiane FosterSophie's PovClaire shows up at my apartment with her laptop bag slung over one shoulder and an expression I have learned to recognize as her about-to-propose-something-slightly-reckless face."I want to bring in my editor," she says, dropping onto my couch without preamble. "Not to publish anything yet. Just to have someone with real investigative resources helping us build this case properly."I hesitate immediately. "Claire, if word gets out that a journalist is actively investigating Marcus before we have everything locked down, he could destroy evidence before we're ready.""I know the risk," she says. "But Sophie, what we're doing right now is essentially amateur detective work. Mason's good with numbers, and Ethan's motivated, but none of you actually know how to build a case that survives public scrutiny. My editor has broken three major sports corruption stories in the past five years. She knows exactly what kind of evidence holds up and what kind falls apart the
Building the CaseEthan's PovMason spreads three different colored folders across my kitchen table, each one labeled in his careful, blocky handwriting: FINANCIAL, TIMELINE, WITNESSES."I've been organizing everything we have," he says, tapping the first folder. "The shell corporation payments, Gerald Voss's connection to both Marcus and your family trust, the disabled security camera logs. It's compelling, Ethan, but a defense attorney would tear holes in it inside of ten minutes if Marcus decides to fight this publicly instead of folding quietly."I drag a hand down my face, staring at the neat stacks of evidence that represent weeks of careful, quiet investigation. "What are we missing?""Motive, mostly. We can prove opportunity and access. We can even prove suspicious timing. But we don't have anything that directly proves Marcus intended to defraud your family or sabotage your career deliberately. Everything right now is circumstantial." Mason leans back in his chair, exhaustion
Ryan's ConfessionSophie's PovRyan shows up at my office two days later, and this time, I do not immediately try to send him away.Something in his posture stops me, a genuine, shaken quality that looks nothing like the confident, careless man who once told an entire ballroom that I taught him what he wanted in a partner. He looks smaller somehow, uncertain in a way I have never witnessed from him before."I need to tell you something," he says, before I can even greet him properly. "About Marcus."My stomach tightens immediately. "What about him?""He's been talking to me for months," Ryan says, dragging a hand through his hair. "Asking questions about Ethan, about our family history, about the shares Dad supposedly promised us both. I thought he was just trying to understand the family dynamic to help manage Ethan's image better. I didn't realize until recently that he might have been using that information against him."I usher Ryan into my small office, closing the door behind us
The ThreatEthan's PovMarcus calls three times before I even make it back to my apartment, and by the fourth call, I finally answer, forcing my voice into the same casual tone I have been performing for weeks now."Ethan, we need to talk about your schedule," he says, without any greeting at all. "I've booked you for two additional sponsor appearances next week, plus a sit-down interview I think will really help solidify the positive narrative we've been building.""That's a lot added to my plate all at once," I say carefully, watching for any hint of the calculation Mason and I now know lurks beneath his polished professionalism."Trust me, this is exactly the momentum we need right now," Marcus says smoothly. "Especially with the shares situation potentially becoming public soon."My blood runs cold. "What shares situation?"There is a brief pause, just long enough for me to register it as a mistake on his part. "I just meant, family business matters can complicate a public image i
The Old StudySophie's PovVictoria opens the door before we even reach the porch, her expression shifting from polite surprise to immediate concern the moment she registers the tension radiating off both of us."What's happened?" she asks, stepping back to let us inside.Ethan does not waste time with careful preamble. "I need to know everything about Dad's estate. The shares in the organization, the paperwork Ryan mentioned years ago. All of it, Mom. Right now."Victoria's face pales visibly, her composed exterior cracking in a way I have not seen since our first dinner together. "Ethan, please, sit down. This is not a conversation to have standing in the foyer."We follow her into the same formal living room where I first met her weeks ago, though the atmosphere now feels entirely different, heavy with the weight of secrets finally demanding to surface. Victoria sinks into an armchair across from us, her hands folded tightly in her lap."Your father intended to leave you equal owne
The Disabled CameraEthan's PovMason is already waiting at the small coffee shop near the arena when I arrive the next morning, his laptop open, two cups of coffee going lukewarm beside him, and an expression on his face that tells me whatever he found is worse than either of us hoped."Tell me," I say, sliding into the seat across from him without bothering with pleasantries."I found the accountant," Mason says, turning his laptop screen toward me. "The shell corporation that received those consulting payments? Registered agent is a man named Gerald Voss. He's also listed as the personal accountant for both Marcus and, interestingly enough, for your family's estate trust."My stomach drops straight through the floor. "My father's estate trust?""Same accountant handling Marcus's shell corporation and your family's finances," Mason confirms grimly. "That's not a coincidence, Ethan. That's a direct connection between whatever Marcus is doing and something involving your father's busi







