Rachael’s heart pounded in her chest, her pulse heavy in her temples. She could barely breathe, each discovery hitting her like a punch.

As she went through her files she discovered that someone has tampered with it. "That son of a bitch!" She yelled as she hit the table in frustration.

Heat crept up her neck, her skin burning as anger spread through her body. Her chest heaved with quick, shallow breaths, and she gripped the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles turned white.

Victor.

She didn’t need to see the evidence. She knew he was behind this.

The walls felt like they were closing in. The pressure...