~Leo’s~

“If I open this file, it changes everything.”

Leo doesn’t blink. His arms are crossed, his suit jacket unbuttoned like it’s the only layer he can shed before this burns through his bones.

The accountant—thin-framed glasses, soft hands, anxious eyes—sits stiff in the boardroom chair. His name is Nolan, but Leo hasn’t bothered remembering it until now. Blair is standing at the window with her tablet held like a blade and her lips set in that sharp line she uses when she knows something will hurt and lets it happen anyway.

“Show me,” Leo says. “I won’t ask again.”

Nolan swallows hard and spins the laptop toward him. The...