Faking Love, Making War: The CEO’s Dirty Secrets
In another, I was leaning closer to her, our proximity undeniably intimate.
My jaw froze. “Where did you get these?”
“They're sent anonymously to my email about an hour ago,” Kendal said with a smirk. “And that’s not all.”
She swiped again, revealing screenshots of the company’s financial reports and sensitive information that only a handful of people had access to.
“What the hell is this?” I asked, my voice low but softened.
Kendal crossed her arms, her expression serious. “It looks like someone is trying to stir the pot, Lucas. These pictures, the leaked documents, are set up. Someone wants to damage your reputation.
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