Mrs Riley's POVI pulled out of the café parking lot, my mind still buzzing with plans after meeting David. He'd promised to deliver dirt on Raphael within the week - something concrete enough to force him

out of the picture. But we both knew blackmail was a risky game. I needed my other strategies lined up and ready.

The traffic light turned red, and I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, mentally reviewing the board members again. Fifteen people. Fifteen votes that would decide ...