my bouquet.
“And invite Ethan. I want him to hear the findings himself.”
PART 3: THE PRICE OF BETRAYAL
At nine the next morning, Ethan entered the executive boardroom wearing the same smug smile I’d once mistaken for confidence.
Vanessa came with him.
She wore a white designer suit.
I almost admired her nerve.
Ethan surveyed the room.
“What’s this emergency meeting about?”
I was seated at the head of the table.
“Please sit down.”
He frowned.
“Why are you sitting there?”
“Because I’m chairing the meeting.”
He laughed.
“Sweetheart,