The soft hum of the city outside her office window was drowned out by the steady tapping of Olivia’s pen against the wooden desk. Her gaze was fixed on the documents in front of her, but her mind was elsewhere—calculating, planning, assembling the pieces of a puzzle she had only just begun to solve. Ethan had no idea what was coming for him, and Olivia wasn’t about to give him a chance to figure it out.
Her father’s old attorney, William Hargrove, had been a fixture in her life for as long as she could remember. He had been the man who had handled the majority of the Richardson family’s legal matters, from the smallest contracts to the most complex estate planning. Even after her father’s passing, he remained one of the few people Olivia trusted implicitly.
When she had called him earlie
