The penthouse felt suffocating as I paced back and forth, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Damien sat on the leather couch, watching me with concerned eyes while I replayed every moment of my lunch with Maria.
"She knows," I said for the third time, my hand unconsciously rubbing my bump. "The way she looked at me and the questions she asked. She's figured out someone with executive access has been tampering with the financial data."
Damien leaned forward and set his whiskey glass on the coffee table. "Did she accuse you directly?"
"No, but she didn't have to. You should have seen that way she was studying my face like she was reading a f*****g book." I stopped pacing and turned to face him. "She mentioned bringing in an outside auditor. Do you know what that means?"
"It mean
