The evidence glows on my screen like a digital confession, but it's not enough. I need more—something concrete, something undeniable. My fingers move across the keyboard with deliberate precision, each keystroke a small act of vengeance. The wolf in me wants blood, wants to tear through the building to find Derek and force the truth from his lying mouth. But the lawyer in me knows better. Evidence. Documentation. Strategy. These are my weapons now, sharper than claws, more devastating than teeth.
I navigate deeper into the hidden folders, past the emails and financial records, searching for the document that must exist—the linchpin of their plan. Derek is too careful, too methodical to leave such a scheme to chance. There would be paperwork, legal protection, a failsafe.
The file appears
