The silence in the conference room was suffocating. Cassie’s pulse drummed in her ears as her father paced the length of the room, his jaw tight with frustration. Damon leaned against the table, arms crossed, his face a mask of control. But Cassie knew him well enough to see the storm brewing behind his gaze.
Richard Steele’s parting words echoed in her mind twenty-four hours.
Twenty-four hours before everything her father had built was ripped apart.
Cassie swallowed hard and forced herself to think clearly. “Dad, we need to see those documents. If Steele has fabricated evidence, we can fight back.”
William Monroe exhaled sharply. “You think I haven’t tried? His sources are airtight. He’s not bluffing.”
Damon’s voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it. “There’s always a way to d
