Glass and water spread across the floor.
Chloe stared at the unmistakable transfer record on the desk, trembling so hard she could barely stand. Tears spilled down her face all at once.
"Damon... I..."
Damon sat behind his desk, his face expressionless. "Get out."
Panic flashed across Chloe's face. She lunged toward the desk, gripping the edge so hard her knuckles turned white.
"I was forced!" she cried. "Damon, you have to believe me! She tried to hurt me with that acid first yesterday. I was just terrified. I only wanted to hire someone to scare her..."
Damon looked up at her. With one finger, he pointed to the bold line on the document and pushed it forward a fraction.
"A hundred thousand upfront for her death, with more promised if anything goes wrong." Damon's tone was frigid.
