MAYA
Going to war with a senator requires ammunition. Good thing Marcus left me an arsenal.
Dominic showed up at my apartment the next morning with coffee and pastries from the French place downtown.
"Peace offering," he said.
I took the coffee. "You think caffeine fixes this?"
"No. But it's a start."
We spent the morning at my desk, laptops side by side, building what would either save the company or destroy it.
Marcus's files were extensive. Every settlement is documented. Every NDA is archived. Photos of violations. Videos of unsafe conditions. Medical examiner reports.
Seventeen deaths. Hundreds more injuries.
"He was meticulous," Dominic said quietly. "Like he was building a legal case."
"He was." I opened another file. Factory inspection reports with sections blacked out be
