Hazel's POV
“Someone inside my own company has been feeding her our schedules for months,” Julian said, his voice low and dangerous as he stared at the message still glowing on my phone screen.
We had called Marisol the moment we returned home, and within minutes Grace’s new nanny, a woman hired only three weeks earlier through a proper agency, was sitting nervously in the study answering Marcus’s careful questions.
“I swear I have done nothing wrong,” the young woman said, her hands twisting in her lap. “I do not even know who Vivian Hale is.”
Marcus studied her closely, then finally softened. “I believe you,” he said. “But someone recommended you for this position through an agency contact who no longer exists. That is not a coincidence.”
Julian paced the length of the study, his ha
