The boardroom doors close behind Daniel Hargrove.
But his words remain.
Why someone wanted you alive.
For a moment, no one moves.
The room is still crowded with executives, lawyers, and security officers, yet the silence feels enormous. Because the implication is impossible to ignore.
The crash wasn’t meant to kill me.
My fingers curl slowly against the edge of the table.
“What does that mean?” I ask quietly.
No one answers immediately.
Adrian is staring at the door Daniel just walked through. His expression has gone completely still. Which somehow feels worse than anger.
“Adrian,” I press.
He turns toward me. “I don’t know yet.”
“You believe him.”
A pause. “Yes.”
The honesty sends a chill through me.
Margaret exhales slowly. “If the objective wasn’t fatal…”
Her voice trail
