~LIAM.
The elevator hummed as I ascended to my suite, rolling my neck to ease the tension that clung to me like a bad suit. Tonight had been a complete waste. My interrogation had gone nowhere, leaving me with no valuable intel, just another piece of trash to dispose of.
Exhaling sharply, I adjusted my jacket. Two days. That's how long it had been since I dropped the video bombshell on Scarlett. Two days of silence. Two days of picturing her green eyes, filled with betrayal, haunting me more than I cared to admit. Had she finally ditched that bastard Jake? Or was she still clinging to his lies?
The elevator dinged, snapping me out of my thoughts. I stepped out, only to freeze when a flash of fiery ginger hair darted down the hall. Bare feet slapped against the tiles, and the woman—wrapp
