Daniel’s POV
I learn about the lost clients at eight-fifteen on a Wednesday morning.
I searched for where Hartwell & Associates operates from. I read the address from my Laptop, the executive roster, the list of key personnel.
And there it is. Third name down in the analyst division.
Amelia Hart. Executive Assistant & Strategic Analyst.
The words blur. My vision actually blurs for a second, my brain refusing to process what I’m seeing.
Amelia works there. My ex-wife works at the firm that’s systematically dismantling my company.
My door opens without warning. Lydia sweeps in, perfectly composed despite the early hour.
“I heard about the lost accounts.” She sets her bag down, all business. “This is serious, Daniel. Hartwell isn’t just competing—they’re targeting us specifically.”
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