Amelia's POV

I didn't go home after work.

Instead, I go to the only place that makes sense—the small office Nathan arranged for me three floors below the executive suite. My temporary workspace. My temporary purpose.

Lydia's words echo in the marble-and-glass silence: Remember your place.

Fine. I'll remember my place.

And then I'll use it to destroy her.

I pull up every database I can access. LexisNexis. SEC filings. Corporate registries. If Marcus Hale has a pattern, I'm going to find ...