Jasmine's POV
By morning, I hadn't slept a second.
The flash drive lay on my desk like a loaded gun, its silver casing catching the weak light sneaking through the blinds. Every time I shut my eyes, the same name flashed behind them… Grayson Vale.
But I couldn't tell Ares. Not yet. Not until I knew why.
By the time I arrived at the Duvall-KnightCorp boardroom, the air already reeked of nerves and money. Suits everywhere. Cameras off, smiles glued on. The news about the "breach" still hovered like fog no one could see through.
Ares sat near the head of the table, jaw tight. Zara stood across from him, immaculate as always… white blazer, soft pearls, that perfect don't-you-wish-you-were-me posture.
"Miss Duvall," she said smoothly when I entered, "we're so glad you could join us on time today."
I didn't bother replying. My heels clicked against the marble as I took my seat, right next to Ares.
He leaned closer and whispered, "You sure about this?"
