Three days later, Chloe received a call from her friend Sarah. “Have you seen what happened to Bradley?”

Chloe sat upright on the hotel sofa. “What happened?”

“He was escorted out of Harrington Capital by security. There’s an internal fraud investigation. Corporate accounts, kickbacks, fake consulting payments — the whole nightmare.”

Chloe’s blood ran cold. That evening, she went to Leo’s Midtown office. He entered after sunset, removed his coat, and found her waiting beside the window.

“You ruined him,” she said.

Leo poured water into a glass. “I assume you mean Bradley Foster.”