~ Michael POV ~
The slam of my office door rattled the awards on my wall. Three weeks had passed since the Jessica revelation, but the aftershocks kept coming. I loosened my tie and collapsed into the leather chair that had become more home than my actual bed lately.
My phone buzzed. Mother. Again. The fifth call today.
I silenced it and tossed it onto a stack of legal documents—all the paperwork required to prosecute Jessica and Miller for corporate espionage. The words blurred before my eyes. Sleep deprivation was becoming my new normal.
A gentle knock interrupted the silence.
"Come in," I called, not bothering to sit up straighter.
Marcus entered, his usually immaculate appearance showing subtle signs of strain—a wrinkled sleeve cuff, shadows beneath his eyes.
"The board meeting'
