GRACE'S POV
The press conference was scheduled for two, but I wasn't going. Not anymore. The story was already out there, spreading like wildfire across the internet, and I needed to do something else first. Something I should've done the moment I found that contract instead of letting lawyers and journalists control the narrative.
I needed to look Carter in the eye and tell him I knew everything.
"This is a bad idea," Naomi said for the third time as we pulled up outside the Chrysler Building. "He's probably got lawyers with him. He's definitely going to be hostile. Grace, you don't owe him a confrontation."
"I know. But I need this." I grabbed the leather folder with the contract, the original that I'd photographed and copied but hadn't returned to his safe. "I need to see his face w
