*Darren*
Gordon had been there after my parents died. He was one of the few people who didn't hesitate to offer support. I respected that. I always had. But that respect didn't grant his daughter a free pass.
Gordon sat across from me, his hands clenched together. His eyes darted as he weighed his words. “Darren, listen," he started, his tone careful, almost pleading. “I know Lisa's behavior was… out of line. But calling the police would bring scandal. Do you really want the media to seize this, to drag Miller Corporation through the mud over some… youthful indiscretion?"
“Youthful indiscretion?" I repeated, letting the words land with a pointed coldness. “She drugged me, Gordon."
His face tightened, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Yes, and I understand how serious that is. But Da
