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Chapter 101 Wyatt’s POV “Answer me, Layla, because I heard him say it through the door, and I sat on that window seat for four hours waiting for you to come out,” I said, and my voice shook on the last word, though I had meant it to stay flat. She did not move. Her shoes lay on the carpet between us where she had dropped them, and her hand had gone to the front of her nightgown and closed on the cloth. “Wyatt, please lower your voice.” “Why, so that the cook will not hear what you have been doing in my mother’s house?” “Please.” “How long?” She drew a breath and let it out slowly. “I will not answer that in a corridor.” “Then I will tell you what I think.” I stepped closer, and she backed against the wall. “I think that you knew exactly who he was from the first day, and that you chose him because I was the one person he could hurt. You came into this house with your chin raised and your new dress, and you looked at my father and saw the one way to make me pay fo

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Chapter 102 Zoe’s POV “Wyatt, it is barely seven in the morning, so tell me what has happened, because you look as though you have not slept at all,” I said, holding my front door open with one hand and my dressing gown closed with the other. He walked past me without answering. He stopped in the middle of my living room with his jacket crooked on his shoulders and his keys still in his fist, and I closed the door and watched him stand there looking at the curtains as though he had forgotten what he came for. “Sit down.” “I cannot.” “Then tell me standing.” He turned around, and his eyes were red at the rims and very bright, and he spoke in a low, even voice that frightened me more than shouting would have. “It is my father.” “What is?” “The man she has been sleeping with, Zoe, it is Mateo.” I did not say anything. I stood with my hand still on the back of the sofa and let the words arrive, and they arrived slowly, one at a time, each one heavier than the last, and I fel

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Chapter 103Scarlett’s POV“Close the door, Daniel, and tell me again who asked for the access logs, because I would like to hear the name from you and not from the system,” I said, without looking up from the two screens in front of me.He closed it softly and stood with his hands clasped.“Nobody asked for them, Miss Scarlett, I requested them through the information technology office as part of the routine quarterly audit, exactly as you instructed.”“And who saw the request?”“Only the technician, and he does not know what the audit is for.”“Good.”It was Monday morning, a quarter past nine, and I had been at my desk since half past six.On Friday evening I had counted twenty three payments across three vendors, Harlow Creative Partners and two others whose names I had not yet been able to trace to a real address.Together they came to just over four hundred and twelve thousand, and none of them exceeded the limit at which my office would have been asked to sign.Over the weekend

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Chapter 94 Zoe’s POV “You tried to delete a flagged record from your own terminal, Wyatt, twelve minutes after Scarlett left your office, and that is why you will stop making decisions without me,” I said, locking my front door behind him on Monday evening. He dropped his bag on the floor and sat on the arm of the sofa with both hands pushed into his hair. “I panicked.” “You left your own terminal in the audit trail.” “Then she will go to my father.” “She will go to the board, which is worse, and she will do it within two weeks, because she is not a woman who leaves a column unbalanced.” I put a glass of water in his hand and sat beside him. “So we cannot wait for the right moment, Wyatt, because when she finishes, your father will be the one who decides what happens to you.” “What do you want me to do?” “I want him to be the one who is explaining himself.” He looked up at me. “Think about what his position rests on,” I said. “The board gives him everything be

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Chapter 95 Mateo’s POV “You will trace the sender of this message, Scarlett, and you will do it without telling anyone in this building, including the head of security,” I said, turning my phone face up on the desk in front of her. She did not reach for it. She stood with her hands folded and leaned over the screen, and I watched her eyes stop on the photograph and stay there for several seconds before they moved on to the text beneath it. It had arrived at ten to seven that morning, while I was dressing. The image was grey and clear and taken from high in the corner of a lift car, and it showed me against a mirrored wall with my mouth at the throat of a woman whose face was turned into my shoulder, with her hair falling across it. My face could be seen plainly. Hers could not be seen at all. Beneath the picture were two lines of plain text. Two million into the account below by midnight on Monday, or your wife sees this, and the board sees it after her. “It was taken from

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I meant (104 & 105 earlier) Chapter 106 Wyatt’s POV “Not yet, Zoe, give me one more minute before I press it,” I said, with my finger resting on the trackpad and the cursor held above the word send. She sat beside me on her sofa with the laptop open between us. The message was already written, four lines long, addressed to Mr. Delacroix, the chair of the audit committee, from an account that Zoe had created that afternoon in a name that belonged to nobody. A single image was attached. It was the frame from the lift, my father’s mouth against a woman’s throat, and her face hidden in his shoulder with her hair falling across it. It was a quarter past ten on Saturday night, and the only sound in the flat was the refrigerator humming in the kitchen. My father had not answered the demand, and he had not paid it, and Zoe had said that afternoon that the only way to make a man like him believe a threat was to show him that it had already begun. I looked at the picture and found tha

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Chapter 107 Mateo’s POV “I have read it, Delacroix, and I do not need it read to me again,” I said, laying my hand flat on the printed page that had been placed face up in front of my chair. Nobody at the table spoke. It was ten past nine on Monday morning, and there were seven of us in the small boardroom on the thirtieth floor, which was the number that Delacroix had asked for when he telephoned me on Sunday night and said only that he needed the executive committee in a room before the markets opened. Wyatt’s chair at the far end was empty. His assistant had said that he was working from home. The page in front of me was the photograph from the lift, printed on plain paper. Delacroix had received it late on Saturday night from an address that he did not recognise, and he had shown it to Mrs. Whitfield on Sunday, and she had asked him to say nothing until the committee could meet. It showed me against the mirrored wall with my mouth at the throat of a woman whose f

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Chapter 108 Sandra’s POV “Layla, sweetheart, you have moved that rice around your plate for ten minutes without eating a single grain, so please tell me what is wrong,” I said, setting down my fork and looking across the table at my daughter. She lifted her eyes from the plate and gave me the quick, careful smile that she had been giving me for nine days. “I am only tired, Mom.” “You were tired last week as well.” “It has been a long week.” It was Tuesday evening, and the cook had laid four places at the long table, and one of them was empty. Mateo had telephoned at six to say that the board had run over, which was the third time since Sunday that he had missed dinner, and the plate at the head of the table would be cleared untouched, the way the other two had been. Wyatt sat on my left. He had come home on Monday after three days away, thinner than when he left, with a shadow along his jaw and the look of a boy who has been awake for a week, and when I asked him where he ha

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Chapter 109 Layla’s POV “I lost that two weeks ago, Mom, and I have been looking for it everywhere, so thank you for finding it,” I said, holding out my palm for the earring. She did not give it to me. She stood in my bedroom doorway in her cream dressing gown with the small gold circle resting in her closed hand, and she looked at me for a long moment before she opened her fingers and looked at it again. It was ten minutes after she had said goodnight to me in the corridor. I had barely turned off the lamp when she knocked a second time, and I had opened the door with my heart already pounding. “Where did you lose it?” she asked. “I am not certain.” “I found it on the carpet beside the bed in Mateo’s room.” “Then it must have come off when I took the Singapore folder in there.” “When was that?” “Two Fridays ago, I think. He had left it downstairs, and he asked me to put it on his dresser.” “Mateo has a study with a desk in it, Layla.” “He said that he wanted it in his r

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Chapter 110 Sandra’s POV “No,” I said aloud to the empty kitchen, “no, that is not possible,” and I held the phone closer to my face as though the picture might change if I looked at it from nearer. It did not change. The photograph had been taken from high in a corner, looking down into a large room that I knew, with the oak table in the middle of it and the grey light of a morning coming through the blinds. A woman sat on the edge of the table in a loose grey jumper with her legs around the waist of a man who stood between her knees, and his hands were at her hips, and her arms were around his neck. Her face was turned toward the camera with her eyes closed and her lips parted. I enlarged it with two fingers, and the face grew until it filled the screen, and I made myself look at it for a long time. It was Layla. I looked at the small mole beside her left eyebrow that I had kissed every night when she was a child, and at the green scarf that lay on the table beside her, whi

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