In Amelia's head, the wall's clock ticked endlessly like a drumbeat.
Arms tightly cinched around herself, she stood in the middle of the living room of the penthouse. Nina's confession resounded in her ears, each word cutting close.
Sebastian hovered near the windows, tension rolling off him in waves. His mind, like hers, was no doubt racing ahead to tomorrow’s board meeting — the stage for her downfall.
Forcing herself to contemplate, to plan, Amelia drew in a deep breath. Now she couldn't afford to fall apart.
Not when Isabelle was about to deal her deadliest blow.
"How solid is her setup?" Sebastian asked, breaking the brittle silence.
Nina flinched under his hard gaze. "It's airtight. She forged account records, falsified signatures, and created a digital trail. Had I not seen it
