Chapter 8

"Maya," Jake whispered, his fingers digging into my arm, "what have you done?"

I pulled away from his grasp, feeling nothing but cold satisfaction as his hand fell limply to his side. The conference room had emptied except for us, Derek hovering protectively nearby, and Sophia, whose pe

Chapter 9

Three days after the Hartwell presentation disaster, I sat in a conference room I'd never been allowed to enter before—the executive boardroom. The mahogany table gleamed under recessed lighting, and floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of downtown Los Angeles. I smoothed my

Chapter 10

Six months can change everything.

I stood at the podium, looking out at the sea of faces in Blackstone Entertainment's main conference hall. My red blazer—the same one I'd worn on that fateful day when I exposed Jake and Sophia—had become something of a personal trademark. A symbol of