* Lawrence *
She walked away before I could say more, her heels striking the marble in a rhythm I'd come to know, measured, deliberate, like everything she did. I stood there longer than I should have, jaw tight, the conference room door still swinging closed behind me.
No one made a fool out of me in business. Not for years. Not since I learned the hard way that trust was a liability and that everyone, no matter how loyal they looked, had a price. And yet, here I was, my first major loss in years, and it stank of sabotage.
Back in my office, I pulled the blinds shut. I didn't want the city view today. I wanted focus. I wanted blood.
"Get me everything," I told Connor, my chief of operations, who'd been standing in the corner like he was hoping I wouldn't notice him. "Emails, phone log
