I burst into Tyler’s office, scarcely registering his look of surprise as he glanced up from his desk.
My pulse was hammering as I held out the images I’d snapped of Julie and Melanie, the proof that I’d hoped would finally make him see the truth.
“Tyler, you need to see these,” I whispered, attempting to keep my voice calm despite the thumping in my chest.
He sighed, setting his pen down and scratching his temples like he was already frustrated.
“Nicole, what is it now?”
I squeezed the images tighter, pushing myself to push through his apathy. “It’s about Julie. And Melanie. They’re working together. I observed them meeting and overheard enough to know they’re conspiring against you.”
Tyler’s expression twitched with something unreadable before settling into a dubious frown. He to
