“Fix it,” Camilla choked out, her voice thin with sudden panic. She was shaking so violently she could barely stand, staring down at the breaking market reports on her phone. “Call them back, Ines. Tell them it was a mistake. Tell them the documents were doctored. Tell them you lied.”
Ines didn’t even blink. She leaned against the edge of the heavy desk, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching Camilla suffocate on her own choices. There was no pity in her eyes. Just a cold, dead stare.
“I didn’t lie, Camilla,” Ines said, her voice flat. “I didn’t forge a single signature. I didn’t invent a single cent of your father’s debt. You wanted a weapon to bury me so badly that you didn’t even look at what you were holding. I literally handed you a loaded gun, and you happily took it and
