ng tape across her cardboard box, her voice flat and cold. "The security camera is directly above your

ard box and moved to walk p

her shoulder with iron force. "I d

lent yank threw

rpet. Folders, financial modeling books, and severa

he bold text on the medical sheet: F

xpected, sharp pang. His fin

ent. "Mr. Sharp! Emergency! The Q3 financial consolidation has a thirty-million-dollar disc

ped back to business. "W

e historical reconciliation three days ago. Instead of verifying the entr

ng completely to ice. "Frieda. Get up to my office ri

penthouse corner office. The floor-to-ceiling glass

gany desk, slamming the falsified r

hy was a thirty-million-dollar write

ized it instantly. It wasn't the file she had audited;

ieda said evenly. "My original audit trail is logged on

the logs. Your cloud account was completely wiped thi

tomach san

forensic trail. They had designed a seamless trap to pin the mult

o hide a write-off that benefits me in no way. Look at Chloe's offs

erated hundreds of millions in value for this firm over six years. And you? Aside from sitting a

a poison-tipped dagger, pie

, nursing his chronic illness, and giving up her own ca

ing the final trace of sorro

e was nothing left. No pain. No ange

aid, her voice dropping to a whisper, "what are you

s spine. He had wanted to break her defiance, to force her to beg for

e terminated for gross negligence. Furthermore, the financial damages wil

laugh. It was a sound full of m

terprises employee badge from her lapel, and t

ic

ned on her heel and walked toward the

door swung open from the outside. Clarabelle

n. "Frieda... are you alright? Kenneth was

ropping low and lethal. "I'll take the blame for this today.

cold murder in Frieda's eyes, hot cof

of my building!" Kenneth r

or open and walked out of the corporate for