Victoria POV

I adjust my diamond bracelet and wait in the private dining room of the Sterling Club. I've chosen this location carefully because of its neutral territory where I can assess James Morrison without revealing too much.

The man who walks in looks nothing like the powerful executive I researched. Morrison is disheveled, angry, and desperate. Perfect.

“Ms. Sterling.” He extends his hand, a forced smile barely masking his bitterness. “Thank you for reaching out.”

“Mr. ...