SYDNEY'S POV

Grace asked the moment I dropped the phone, her brows creased and her eyes alight with curiosity. "Did I just hear you say Sandra?" The name dripped from her lips with so much contempt. "Why was that name mentioned in your conversation with Mark? Make it make sense."

I placed my phone on the desk. "What you pieced together is what it is."

"Come on, Sydney, lay it out for me. It doesn't make sense."

"See? And yet you say he's your idol," I mocked, and her eyes narrowed as she shot me a teasing warning glare. "Your idol is with your old rival, Sandra now. The claw...