David’s POV

I watched the sunrise from my office window with a glass of whiskey in my hand.

Not because I was celebrating. Because I was thinking.

Evans had finally done it. He had told her everything. My people inside the mansion had confirmed it last night — Hailey went to the guest room at eleven and Evans spent the next three hours sitting alone in his study staring at nothing. The security feed showed him at his desk, head in his hands, completely broken.

Good.

A broken man makes mistakes. And mistakes were exactly what I needed.

I set my glass down and walked to my desk. The files...