*Aryanna*
Living at Darren's house was… Well, it was not what I'd imagined. I thought proximity would give me at least a sliver of an advantage, but no. The guy's place was a fortress, and he kept everything on lockdown. Whatever secrets he was hiding, they were buried deep, with no breadcrumbs in sight.
Everywhere I looked, his life was compartmentalized and pristine. There weren't any open folders lying around or stray papers left on the countertops. For all I could tell, he might as well have been working for a charity instead of the corporate empire he'd built on top of my family's wreckage. If he was hiding anything, he did it well.
Then there was his study. It was the only place that seemed to have substance. I only caught glimpses when the door was cracked open—a room with floor-
