RyderMy fingers flew across the keyboard as I scribbled quick notes on the pad beside it capturing every detail about the recent cargo and the men tied to it went down: routes, shell companies, offshore accounts. My eyes burned from hours staring at the screen, but I kept digging, determined to map out a way to dismantle what my father and his partners had planned. Every new link I uncovered tightened the knot in my stomach because this was no ordinary deal.The soft creak of the office door snapped my head up. Bruce stood at the entrance, half-turned, looking behind him.“Ohh, Stella, you should wear more of this. That ass is popping,” he chuckled, slapping the doorframe with an open palm.While his attention wandered, I slid the notes under a folder and closed the incriminating tabs on my monitor.He stepped inside and shut the door, his gaze sweeping across my desk. I pretended to focus on another file, posture relaxed even as tension coiled tighter in my chest.“You seem busy,” h
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