I stared at the documents gripped in Eric’s white-knuckled hands, and something inside me hardened. It was a cold, sharp feeling I hadn't felt in years—a part of the old me, the one who wasn't afraid to fight, clawing its way to the surface. I knew Eleanor was the one behind this move. Whatever game she wanted to play, I was done being the pawn. I was going to play at her level, and I was going to win.
“What proof do you have to say this house was bought with company funds?” Eric snarled. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration that usually made men back down, but this messenger was shielded by his own arrogance.
“Well, Mr. Kingston,” the man said, his chin tilting up with an air of practiced defiance. He looked at Eric not as a titan of industry, but as a fallen king. “You were once th
