Collins’ POV
“So, from what you told me last night, you’ve been able to confirm the authenticity of the two documents,” I say, my voice low and measured, though barely masking my anger.
I take a deep sigh, pressing hard on the file in my hand, as if the pressure might somehow contain the disappointment seething within me. “And the one my client, Eva, presented against Miss Aria is fake.”
The words taste bitter on my tongue, my grip tightening around the edges of the file until they crumple under my fingers.
“Yes, sir,” my secretary, Tessa, replies, but there’s a hesitance in her tone.
I lift my gaze to her, my jaw tightening. “What else?”
She holds out her iPad, her expression unreadable. “Also, sir, you need to see this.”
I take the device from her, watching as she presses play.
