(Julian's POV)
I walked back through the rain, replaying Evelyn’s refusal until I settled on Chloe as the person to blame. She was still at the office.
My executive badge still opened the door. The office beyond it was empty enough for me to hear the rain against the windows.
She stood behind my desk with a Louis Vuitton duffel bag. Company credit cards were already inside, along with client-gift watches from my drawer and the emergency cash from the safe.
“Come for your scraps?” she asked, pulling the zipper closed.
“You were stealing from me the whole time.”
“I planned an exit. You should try it. Did you expect me to file for bankruptcy beside you? I gave you my youth. This is compensation.”
“I gave you the IPO, that necklace, this office. Everything.”
“You gave me Evelyn’s work,
