Maddison's POV
The photo she had received moments ago burned itself into her mind.
Maddison's hand shook as she watched the image on her phone; Grant and the pretty woman from the first unknown message, sitting far too close to each other in a dimly-lit bar.
As she opened the second image she hadn't noticed came through, Grant's hand rested on the lady's breast. They were like lovers caught in a private moment with their bodies turned towards each other with the closeness that came with many meetings.
Her office seemed to have no air in it at that moment. The plans spinning on her computer screen blurred to meaningless streaks as she focused only on the horrible proof in her hand. A cold and sick feeling swept through her stomach and rose up her throat as if she might vomit.
“No,” she
