Tyler’s phone buzzed on his desk, vibrating against the glass.
He peered at the screen, a bitter smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth when he saw the caller ID.
“Aunt Linda,” he mumbled, bracing himself before answering.
“Tyler,” came her voice, cold and harsh as glass. “You think you’ve won, don’t you?”
He sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the desk’s edge.
“Good morning to you too, Aunt Linda. It’s early, even for a boasting session. But go on, I’m listening.”
“You don’t know what you’ve done,” she spat. “Your actions have consequences. You think exposing Brian will just make it all go away?”
“Exposing Brian is what was necessary. He stole from the company, Aunt Linda. Lied to my face. What would you have me do?”
Her voice fell to a deadly whisper. “What yo
