The Carter Industries file sat open on the desk like a quiet accusation.

Naya sat stiffly in the leather chair of Adrian’s study, her legs crossed tightly, her fingers digging crescents into her knees. The soft tick of the clock was the only sound in the room as she stared down at the damning letterhead.

The words blurred as her mind spun.

He defended him. All this time… he was working for Daniel.

The door opened behind her.

Adrian stepped in, rolling his cuffs back into place, ...