Liana's Pov

The conference room door clicked shut behind Andrea like the last slam of a gavel. Her words haunted my thoughts, like a nightmare I wasn't yet far enough awake from:

If I were you,I would be wondering why someone would want to hurt me. Not who.

I sat frozen in the sleek, glass-enclosed office, heart thudding in my ears. My fingers clenched the tablet still in my lap, the one with Jonathan's report. The payment. The non-existent company. The call records. The new ...