Melinda’s POV
Carrie slid the envelope across my desk like it was ticking.
“It came by courier. No signature required. Just your name on the front.”
I raised an eyebrow. The envelope was thick. Ivory cardstock. Sealed with a gold-foil emblem I hadn’t seen in years, but recognized instantly.
Halberd Capital.
Not a name I expected — or wanted — to see again.
I pulled it open slowly.
The first page was clean. Simple.
Proposal for Strategic Investment in The M. Holt Initiative
Submitted by Halberd Capital Partners
Managing Director: Graham Whitmore
Graham Whitmore.
Andrew’s former right hand.
His fixer.
His strategist.
His shadow.
He’d been there when the board pushed me out of my own company. He’d sat across the table with a pleasant smile and a poisoned contract in his pocket
