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(Naomi POV)“Say her name again.”Julian’s voice had gone flat, controlled in the way Naomi now recognized as him working hard not to feel something in front of witnesses.“Renata Cole,” Vivian said, still staring at her phone. “She’s requesting a meeting. Tonight. She says if we don’t agree, she’ll take what she knows to the press herself.”“Who is she?” Naomi asked.Vivian’s hand trembled slightly as she set the phone down on the cabinet’s shelf, beside the letters that had already rearranged everything Naomi thought she understood about both families.“Her husband worked logistics for a smaller firm, back when your father and Thomas were still covering for each other,” Vivian said, looking at Julian. “He found the discrepancy first. Years before the audit that eventually caught up to both of them. He tried to report it.”“And?” Julian’s jaw was tight.“And he lost his job within the month,” Vivian said. “Quietly. No scandal, no explanation, just gone. He died less than a year later

(Naomi POV)“I had a daughter.”Marcus said it like it explained everything, though Naomi didn’t yet understand how.“She was three when your husband’s investigation happened,” he said, not looking up from his folded hands. “Renata’s husband, I mean. I never learned his name properly until years later. I was ashamed to ask.”“You watched them push him out,” Naomi said quietly. “You said nothing.”“I said nothing because two weeks before that meeting, my supervisor told me, casually, like it was nothing at all, that budget cuts were coming and junior compliance staff would be the first to go.” Marcus’s voice stayed level, but his hands trembled harder. “I had a wife with a bad hip who couldn’t work steady hours. I had a little girl. I told myself I’d report it once I had more seniority. Once I wasn’t the easiest person in the room to replace.”“That’s not an excuse,” Naomi said, though something in her chest ached at the specificity of it, the particular shape of a fear she recognized

(Naomi POV)“He’s not answering his phone.”Theo’s voice crackled through the speaker, tense in a way Naomi had never heard from him before. Julian had the car moving before she’d even gotten her seatbelt fastened.“Start from the beginning,” Julian said. “What exactly do you know?”“Renata called me an hour ago,” Theo said. “Marcus never showed up at the diner. She waited forty minutes, then called his apartment. No answer there either. She has a spare key from years ago, she used to help take care of his wife before she passed. She let herself in.”“And?” Naomi’s grip tightened on the door handle.“He wasn’t there,” Theo said. “But his phone was. Sitting on the kitchen table. Along with a note.”“What did it say,” Julian asked.Theo was quiet a moment. “It said, I’m sorry. I couldn’t do it after all. Please don’t look for me.”Naomi felt something twist low in her stomach, not the sharp fear of violence, but something quieter and sadder. She thought of Marcus’s trembling hands in th

(Naomi POV)“You’re not calling him tonight.”Marcus’s voice was steadier than Naomi expected, given the name he’d just handed her like a live wire.“I have to,” she said. “Julian needs to know.”“Julian needs to know eventually,” Marcus said. “Tonight, exhausted, three hours from anyone who can actually help either of you, is not eventually. It’s reckless.” He rubbed a hand over his face, the fear still sitting visibly beneath his exhaustion. “You go rushing back tonight, panicked, and Rourke’s people notice the pattern. A car moving too fast on the wrong highway at the wrong hour. That’s how men like him find out someone’s coming before you’re ready for them to know.”Naomi sat with that, her instinct to move fast warring against the part of her that had spent years learning exactly how dangerous impatience could be in a courtroom, in a negotiation, in any situation where the other side was watching for exactly the kind of mistake fear produced.“You’re right,” she said slowly. “I h

(Naomi POV)“Say it to my face.”Selene didn’t flinch when Naomi walked into Julian’s office. She’d clearly been expecting this, waiting for it even, arranged in the same chair she’d occupied countless times before, composed in a way that felt less like innocence and more like preparation.“Say what, exactly,” Selene said. “You’ll have to be specific. I’ve done a great many things in my life. I’d hate to confess to the wrong one.”Julian stood near the window, arms crossed, watching the exchange with an expression Naomi couldn’t quite read, somewhere between betrayal and disbelief still fighting to fully land.“Coastal Freight Solutions,” Naomi said. “You’ve sat on their board for fifteen years. The same company built on the wreckage of the fraud that destroyed both our families. And you never once mentioned it. Not to Julian. Not to anyone.”Something flickered behind Selene’s eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the same practiced calm she wore like a second skin.“No,”