HIS TO RUIN
By the time I reached the penthouse, I felt a strange calm, a thrill I couldn’t quite name.
I stepped out of the cab and walked inside. The apartment was quiet. Damien hadn’t returned from work. The emptiness made my chest tighten. I moved to my room, dropping my bag onto the bed, and perched my laptop on my lap. My fingers hovered above the keyboard for a moment before I slid the flash drive in.
The files opened, spilling secrets onto the screen. Philip and Marcus. Conversations, texts, confessions, and refusals. I could feel the tension in Philip’s voice, his desperation for his son’s treatment. Marcus’s cold, calculating replies.
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