Tessa could feel the heat rushing through her veins. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her heartbeat racing faster than usual, and somehow that sensation felt liberating. Maybe because she’d finally said everything she’d been holding inside.

“I’m not lying, Tessa,” Nathan said flatly.

“And I’m just supposed to believe you? Just because you said so?” she snapped, grabbing the folder from the desk and throwing it to the floor. “How do I know you didn’t fake all this?”

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