VICTORIA'S POV
She was back at the hotel by seven.
She made coffee. Sat at the desk. Opened the laptop.
She looked at the third file.
She'd been looking at it for three days. Opening it, reading it, closing it. The information inside it was real....older than the others, more personal, the kind of thing that didn't just raise professional questions but personal ones. The kind that made people look at someone differently in a way that lasted.
She'd been saving it.
She should send it now. This morning. Before the lawyers she assumed were coming, before whatever Damien Blackwood was building in response, before the chain she didn't know Marcus had finished closing at six AM.
She should send it.
She looked at the file.
She thought about Mei Chen on the pavement.
