Bianca: I'm only protecting you. That's what this is.
Tristan stared at the message for a long moment before typing back.
“Protecting me from what, exactly? A woman with no power, no company, no leverage against me?”
“She's getting close to Zayden on purpose, Tristan. Think about it. Of all the companies in this city, she lands at his. She wants payback, and she's using his daughter to get it.”
Tristan set the phone down on his desk, staring at it without picking it back up right away. Something about the accusation didn't sit right — it was too eager, too immediate, the way Bianca always seemed to have an explanation ready before he'd even finished forming the question himself.
He picked the phone back up and called her instead of typing.
"You talk about her a lot," he said, the mom
