Josie's POV
I sat beside Alexander's bed, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, still trying to process the name that had just been spoken.
Daniel.
For fifteen years he had worked for the Hart family, trusted enough to drive their cars, open their doors, and move freely in spaces that most employees never even saw.
I remembered the night I first arrived at the penthouse after signing the contract with Alexander.
Daniel had been the one who opened the door of the car and greeted me with that polite, professional smile.
At the time he had seemed invisible in the way good staff members are trained to be. Now that same man had almost sent Alexander to his grave.
The betrayal settled uneasily in my chest, not because I cared about Daniel personally, but because it confirme
