He doesn’t flinch at the accusation. “Yes.”
“And those men… they’re your rivals?”
“The Solovyov family has been pushing into our territory for months.” His jaw tightens. “I’ve been trying to handle it diplomatically. Clearly, they’ve chosen a different approach.”
I stand again, too restless to remain still. His penthouse is beautiful—sleek lines and minimalist elegance, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city.
I’ve never felt more caged.
“I need to resign,” I say, the words tumbling out. “I can’t do this. I can’t be part of whatever this is.”
Vince rises and snorts in derision. “Do you really believe you can walk away now? Pretend none of this happened? Go back to your marketing job and forget everything you’ve seen?”
“I don’t know!” I snap, anger burning
