~Adele’s~

"You do know lying on an official investor document is a criminal offense, right?"

That’s the first thing Mr. Carlton says when he walks into my penthouse uninvited, unannounced, and absolutely unwelcome. He’s a stiff old man in a brown blazer too tight for his beer belly, with watery eyes that hide nothing but suspicion.

I close my iPad slowly, keep my expression blank and calm…like I didn’t just delete a series of falsified medical files and Cyrex Strategy Branding documents off it two minutes ago.

“I don’t appreciate being barged in on,” I say coolly and cross one leg over the other on the cream settee. “Especially not...