James POV
Patricia had been in my office every morning for four years.
She'd arrive before me, always. Files already pulled in, and the day already organized into something manageable before I'd even walked in. I'd walked in every morning and taken it for granted the way you take for granted anything that's always there.
Four minutes.
I kept coming back to that.
Not four hours. Not quietly overnight when nobody would see. Four minutes after opening an email she forwarded it to a shell company connected to a man who had been trying to burn my life down.
Like she'd been waiting with her hand already on the send button.
Marcus called while we were still in the storage unit. I stepped out into the row of orange doors and listened to him lay it out cleanly the way he always did, no comme
