POV: Kesley

The words hit the room like a physical blow.

Leo was already moving, tucking himself back into his trousers with mechanical efficiency, his expression shuttering into something cold and lethal. I grabbed the red dress from the floor and pulled it on, my fingers fumbling with the zipper, the heat that had been thrumming through my body moments ago replaced by ice.

“What the fuck is happening?” Leo ask him, grabbing the iPad from him to review the details.

“He called an emergency meeting of the board of directors, investors and share holders. He’s planning a coup, trying to buy their support and vote Kesley out of the...