~ Jessica POV ~
Michael's fingers trembled as he stared at the documents spread across his mahogany desk. My name—Jessica Campbell—appeared on every page, alongside Miller's, in black and white. Irrefutable evidence.
I gripped the edge of his office door, watching his face transform. The muscle in his jaw twitched. Once. Twice. His knuckles whitened around the glass of scotch he'd been nursing.
"Is this some kind of joke, Marcus?" Michael's voice was deceptively soft.
Marcus stood rigid beside him, hands clasped behind his back. "I wish it were, sir. Our security team intercepted these communications last night."
I should have backed away. Should have run. But my feet remained rooted to the marble floor as Michael's eyes lifted and locked with mine. The warmth that once lived there h
