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He was still awake when she got home.That was the first sign something was wrong. Noah never waited up. He was always either locked in his office or already in bed by the time she came back from late design sessions. But tonight he sat on the living room couch in the dark, jacket still on, tie still knotted. Like he had walked in from the SEC building hours ago and never moved.Leighton dropped her bag by the door. "Noah?"He looked up. His face was the kind of still that scared her more than anger would have."Sit down," he said. "Please."She sat in the armchair across from him. Not beside him. Something about the way he said *please* made her want the distance.He leaned forward. Elbows on his knees. Eyes on the floor. He turned his wedding ring once around his finger, then stopped like he caught himself doing it."I need to tell you something," he said. "Let me finish before you say anything."Her stomach pulled tight. She nodded."There was this girl, Jennifer Drake." He said th

Noah didn't move from the couch for three hours.He sat with his phone in his hand, staring at the screen like it might tell him what to do next. His coffee sat untouched on the table. Cold. A thin film forming on top. He kept reading the same email over and over. The one David had sent with a list of next steps. Call the SEC back. Prepare a formal statement. Review all communications from five years ago.Simple steps. Clear steps. He couldn't make himself do any of them.Leighton watched him from the kitchen doorway. His shoulders were tight. His jaw set in that way that meant he was somewhere else entirely, running through scenarios in his head that all ended badly.She'd seen him handle billion dollar deals without breaking a sweat. Negotiate with people who would eat him alive if he showed one second of weakness. But this was different. This wasn't business. This was personal. And it had teeth.She walked into the living room. Sat on the arm of the couch beside him."Noah."He loo

Noah stopped touching her on day three.Not all at once. Small things first. He'd move his hand when she reached for it. Turn away when she tried to kiss him. Put space between them on the couch when they sat down.By day four, he was sleeping in his office.Leighton found him there at two in the morning. The door was cracked open. He sat at his desk with papers spread everywhere, his laptop screen casting blue light across his face. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair stood up in the back where he'd been running his hands through it."Come to bed," she said from the doorway."I'm working.""You need to sleep.""I need to fix this." He didn't look up. Just kept staring at the screen like it owed him answers.She walked in. Stood beside his desk. Waited until he had to acknowledge her.He leaned back in his chair. His face was blank. Carefully blank. The way it used to be when she first moved in. Before everything changed."What?" he asked."Talk to me.""There's nothing to talk about."

David's phone rang at 11 PM.He'd been at his desk for fourteen hours. Coffee gone cold. Tie thrown over the back of his chair. His eyes burned from staring at documents. Bank statements. Corporate filings. Email records pulled from discovery requests.The number was blocked. He almost didn't answer."David Morrison.""Mr. Morrison. This is Sarah Mitchell. I worked at Hastings Medical. In the legal department. Five years ago."He sat up straighter. Grabbed a pen. "Go on.""I saw the news. About the SEC investigation. About Noah Knight." Her voice was shaking. "I need to tell you something. But I need protection first.""What kind of protection?""The legal kind. Immunity. A guarantee that what I say can't be used against me."David's pulse picked up. "What do you know?""Not over the phone. Can you meet me? Tomorrow morning. Early.""Where?"She gave him an address. A coffee shop in Brooklyn. Seven AM."I'll be there," he said.The call ended.He sat in the dark office. His mind runni

Noah was waiting at the house when she got home.He stood in the living room with his phone in his hand. His face was white. His jaw so tight she could see the muscle jumping."Where were you?" His voice was too calm. The kind of calm that came right before an explosion.Leighton set down her bag. Her coat. She was still shaking from the adrenaline. From sitting across from Jennifer and not flinching."I had a meeting," she said."With Jennifer Drake." Not a question. "David told me. He told me you went alone. That you confronted her in a hotel bar without backup.""I texted you the address.""After you were already there." He threw his phone on the couch. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? What she could have done?""She didn't do anything. I got what we needed.""You got lucky." His voice rose. "She could have hurt you. She could have recorded you. She could have twisted everything you said and used it against us.""I recorded her." Leighton pulled out her phone. Held it