DANIEL'S POV

The cold air in the boardroom was thick, heavy with the weight of my father's gaze.

 I stood there, stunned into a painful silence, my eyes locked on the two people I never expected to see united. 

My entire body felt like lead, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a desperate drumbeat of betrayal. 

Claire Hammond, with her predatory smile, and my own father, Richard Walter, sat at the head of the table- a table  of my worst nightmares come to ...