Amara’s POVThe boardroom echoes still clung to me hours later. Lydia’s subtle accusation. The way some of the board leaned toward her, hungry for the truth she dressed in silk.And Damian—silent, unreadable, a fortress no one could touch.But for the first time, I’d seen it. A crack.By nightfall, the office was almost empty. The city glittered through the tall windows, a skyline that never slept. I sat hunched at my desk, surrounded by old acquisition files, audit reports, and a forgotten cup of cold coffee.This wasn’t my job. I was an assistant, not an investigator. But I couldn’t shake the suspicion eating at me. The timing of the leak was too perfect, the accusations vague but sharp enough to wound.Someone wanted Damian vulnerable.And I couldn’t sit back and watch it happen.Click after click, I chased numbers, compared reports, looked for patterns no one else bothered with. Hours slipped by, the office
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