Yours By Contract, Claimed By Fate
He looked at her, his face locked in a mask of pure, unadulterated tension, processing the sheer depth of the trap his uncle had constructed.
Evelyn reached into her inner blazer pocket.
Her fingers were still stiff from the cold as she pulled out her smartphone. She tapped the screen twice, opening the saved audio file titled Dominic_Cafe_1242.m4a.
"Dominic thinks I'm a terrified twenty-four-year-old girl who fell apart the second you suspended her," Evelyn said, setting the phone on top of the financial logs sitting between them on the leather seat. "He thought I was sitting there crying into my coffee while he explained how clever his alliance with Harrison was."