Amelia's POV The office was already awake when I walked in. People moved through the hallway with coffee cups and clipboards, nodding good morning, shuffling into meeting rooms, typing on phones as they walked. The usual hum of a Monday morning. The usual chaos. Someone laughed near the water cooler. Someone else was on a call, their voice sounded low and urgent. I had a tight smile on my face as I walked past them, my bag felt heavy on my shoulder, my mind was still half stuck in the weekend. Darcy was waiting at my desk, her leg tapped the floor impatiently, something she did when she was anxious. "Good morning ma," she said as she handed me a file and stood there with her arms crossed. "Please read this," she said. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion as I collected the document, and opened it. It was an investment. With a large amount of money. From five years ago, before I had signed anything with Asher, before Damian had taken over as manager. It was money laund
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