The door opened from the outside.
The crisp, unhurried click of high heels crossed the marble floor.
The woman who entered wore a custom ivory suit with razor-sharp shoulders and a tailored waist.
Her blond hair was swept into a high twist, revealing a sculpted jaw and sea-blue eyes.
A minimalist Cartier bracelet circled her left wrist, while her right hand held a black briefcase embossed with the Aurora Verne logo.
It was my boss, Lumi Beaumont.
Four uniformed detectives from the Financial Crimes Division followed behind her.
Damian froze.
Vanessa's smug expression stiffened, her nails digging deep into her palms.
I stood rooted and watched Lumi walk toward me.
Without warning, tears spilled down my face.
I hadn't cried when the internet branded me a thief, when my coworkers wh
