“And if I refuse?”

“My driver takes you home. The photographs from tonight still protect you from Connor’s social campaign, and we never speak again.”

No threat. No pressure. Just a choice.

Harper looked at the map. Then she remembered Connor laughing when she’d warned him that his financing structure sounded unstable. You worry too much, he’d told her.

Men take risks. Lawyers clean them up. Perhaps he’d been confessing without realizing it.

“My conditions,” Harper said. “No violence. No stolen documents. No intimidation of witnesses. I control the legal strategy. If I discover criminal conduct, I decide how it is reported.”