Tiara pov
Harrington’s name was all over this mess. His connections, his deals, his influence—it all led back to The Commission. But I wasn’t going to storm into his office with a gun and threats. Not yet. First, I needed to understand exactly what kind of game he was playing.
And for that, I had to dig deeper.
I sat in the dimly lit corner of an old bar, scrolling through the files Adrian had given me. The air smelled of cigarettes and cheap whiskey, the kind of place where secrets were currency. My laptop screen cast a faint glow on my face as I typed, cross-referencing names, dates, and transactions.
Michael slid into the seat across from me. “Tell me you found something.”
I leaned back, rubbing my temples. “My entire life is a lie. That’s what I found.”
Michael snorted. “Yeah, w
