(Damien’s POV)
The shrill ring of my phone dragged me out of sleep before dawn. No breakfast. No pause. Just a quick shower and straight to work.
When I stepped into the office, Mr. Albert’s face was a thundercloud. Colt stood off to the side, pale and stiff, like someone awaiting a sentence. My gut tightened. Something was wrong.
I dropped my briefcase on the desk. “What happened?”
Mr. Albert didn’t speak. He just handed Colt his phone, and Colt slid it across the table to me. One glance at the screen and my stomach flipped. Aethelred project—our crown jewel—its documents splashed across a confidential forum.
I clenched my jaw. “How the hell did this happen?”
Mr. Albert’s voice rose, sharp and cold. “I warned you, didn’t I?”
I lifted my eyes to his. “You warned me about Evelyn, not
