Rebecca POV

I sat at the edge of the chaise lounge in my room, back straight, fingers drumming against my knee, the anger in my chest simmering hot enough to blister. “Run a background check,” I said, my voice ice-edged. “Everything you can find. Financials. Education. Family ties. Every business dealing, every shadow he’s ever stepped into.”

My personal assistant, Nora, swallowed. “On—Ethan Monroe, ma’am?”

“Yes,” I snapped. “On Ethan. On his associates. On ...