LOGINKAELThe moment Serena’s car disappeared from view, I pulled out my phone.There were two things I needed to deal with.Martin Keller.And Lorenzo Moretti.Neither man had any business making my life more complicated than it already was.I called Damon.He answered on the second ring.“You’re still awake?”“Unfortunately.”“What’s wrong?”“Come over.”A pause.“That sounds welcoming.”“Damon.”“On my way.”I ended the call and walked back into the penthouse.Serena’s wineglass was still on the dining table. I’d offered to have someone clear everything away, but she’d insisted on helping before leaving. She’d also forgotten her hair tie on the sofa.I picked it up and turned it between my fingers.She’d been quieter than usual tonight.I understood why. Keller’s call had unsettled her, even if she was trying not to show it.The man had been missing for eight years. Now, out of nowhere, he’d decided to contact her.I didn’t like it.I liked even less that I had no idea what he wanted.M
SERENAKael Blackwell was becoming a serious distraction.And I was beginning to suspect he knew exactly what he was doing.I walked into his office Tuesday morning with my phone in one hand and a list of questions in the other.He was standing behind his desk, reading something on his laptop. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened, and his attention so completely occupied that he didn’t notice me immediately.I stopped in the doorway.“Busy?”He looked up.His expression changed.“Not anymore.”I rolled my eyes.“Come here.”“I came here to discuss something.”“So did I.”I narrowed my eyes. “Kael.”“Serena.”He came around the desk, stopping in front of me.I lifted my phone. “Bennett called this morning.”That got his attention.“What did he say?”“The review of Vivienne’s case has been approved. He’s requesting the original records surrounding the accident report amendment, and he’s looking into Keller’s employment history.”Kael nodded.“Anything about the missing witness?”
KAELMichael Rocco was sweating before Damon even opened the door.That told me two things.He knew why he was here.And he knew an apology wasn’t going to save him.I remained seated behind my desk as Damon escorted him inside.Michael was thirty-six, married, with two children and a respectable position managing several of our private accounts. He wore an expensive grey suit, although the collar of his shirt had darkened with sweat.He’d worked for me for four years.Apparently, that hadn’t been long enough to learn the difference between loyalty and stupidity.“Sit down, Michael.”He glanced at Damon.Damon closed the door.“Mr. Blackwell, I can explain.”“I haven’t asked you to.”Michael swallowed.He sat.The office was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock behind me.It wasn’t the office I used for Blackwell Group.There were no assistants outside waiting with acquisition proposals. No board members demanding updates. No glass walls overlooking the city.This building
SERENAI had spent eight years remembering Vivienne as the woman who made everything feel safe.I had never imagined her being afraid of someone.Not until the night my mother told me about her final visit.Now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.Vivienne had known something terrible was coming. She had tried to protect me, and the people who should have helped her had looked the other way.One of them had been my father.Another might have been the man whose name now sat in the middle of our investigation.Martin Keller.I was still thinking about him when I arrived at Blackwell Group the following morning.Kael met me outside the conference room, kissed my cheek, and took the handbag from my shoulder.“You look tired.”“Hmm.”“Did you sleep?”“Some of us have jobs that don’t involve intimidating board members before breakfast.”“I don’t intimidate board members.”I gave him a look.He smiled. “Not all of them.”I tried not to smile back.It didn’t work.For a moment, the weight of th
KAELDamon called at eight twelve on Monday morning.I was halfway through my first meeting when his name appeared on my phone. I ignored it, sent him a message telling him to wait, and returned my attention to the presentation.Thirty seconds later, he called again.I excused myself from the meeting.“If this isn’t important,” I said when I answered, “I’m going to make you regret learning my number.”“I found something.”I stopped walking.“About Vivienne?”“Yes.”For once, Damon didn’t sound amused with himself. There was no sarcastic comment waiting at the end of his sentence, no attempt to make me ask three times before giving me an answer.“What did you find?”“The audit records we requested have finally come through. You need to see them.”“Can you explain over the phone?”“I could, but I’d rather you looked at the documents yourself. There’s something about the timeline that doesn’t sit right with me.”I glanced through the glass wall of the conference room. The executives insi
SERENABy the time we reached Kael’s apartment, I was beginning to suspect that loving a Blackwell came with an unreasonable number of complications.Not that I intended to complain.The man had spent the better part of the evening listening to me talk about my father, the secrets he’d kept, and the growing distance between the man I loved and the man I was beginning to question. He hadn’t tried to tell me how to feel or insist that Richard must have had a good reason for everything.He had simply listened.Somehow, that made it harder to keep pretending I was fine.Kael loosened his tie as we entered the living room.“Have you eaten?”I dropped my handbag onto the sofa. “Is that your way of asking whether I’m hungry or your way of avoiding a difficult conversation?”“Can’t it be both?”I looked at him.He gave me a perfectly innocent expression that I had already learned not to trust.“You’re unbelievable.”“I’ve been told.”“By women who eventually escaped, I imagine.”“Some of them







