Landon sat in his office in Black Global industries reviewing reports. Face cold. Detached. Unreadable.
The world saw him calm. In control. Put together.
But inside. Storm. Always a storm.
He didn't know yet. What happened at Isabella's. What Sienna had done.
Evan stood opposite him. Fidgeting. Sweating. Dropped a pen. Picked it up. Dropped it again.
Landon looked up. Brow furrowed. Noticing immediately.
"You're nervous, Evan. Why?"
Evan swallowed. Hard. "Sir. There's something you need to know. About Miss Blake."
Something flickered in Evan's expression. Respect maybe. Admiration.
Landon stiffened. Spine straightening. "What about her?"
"Yesterday. I sent her a text. With evidence. That Isabella was behind the fake news. The journalist payment trail. Everyt
