Chapter Fifty-Two
The hum of Briella’s apartment was still when she woke the next morning. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the floor in pale gold. She sat up slowly, her hand brushing over the folded note she had left on her nightstand. The words haunted her more in the daylight than they had in the dark.
You can’t trust the people closest to him.
Her chest tightened. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger, but whichever it was, it wasn’t leaving her.
By the time she arrived at the office, Marcellus was already waiting, standing by her door with a file in hand. He looked unusually tense.
“Morning,” she greeted, forcing composure.
“Morning,” he replied, but his voice carried an edge. He opened the file and slid it across her desk. “Three separate contracts went missi
