Emma
Laurent's design studio felt like a sanctuary in the midst of chaos. While my fingers worked delicate beading onto silk, I could almost forget about Robert's threats, about the Sterling legacy of secrets, about the way my heart still ached every time Dominic looked at me with those impossible blue eyes.
Almost.
"These reports just came in." Amanda's voice made me jump, scattering crystals across my workstation. She dropped a thick folder beside my half-finished design. "From that contact at the regulatory commission?"
I glanced around, but the studio was empty this early. Even Laurent hadn't arrived yet. "Did you check them?"
"Better." Her eyes sparkled. "I cross-referenced them with the financial records James sent over. Emma, this is it. Proof of Robert's market manipulation be
