Claire’s POV

When my feet hit the floor the next morning I’m already in the office before 8 AM. At that moment, the screen of my laptop is aglow; the spreadsheet from the anonymous email open, the payments to Riverfront Holdings circled in red, as if I’ve been caught in a lie. With my shaking and hovering fingertips, I search Ashford’s database for the name of the shell company. My heart is pounding, and with each click I’m being pulled deeper into a labyrinth I’m not certain I ...