It was a systematic, calculated act of corporate treason.

For months, Douglas had been actively sharing our sensitive operational information with a massive competitor based in Dallas.

He’d given them our optimized delivery routes, profit margins, exclusive client names, upcoming expansion zones, and internal costs. In exchange for the stolen data, they were offering him a high-paying executive position for whenever he finally managed to leave me—with his own stolen portfolio of clients in hand.

The absolute worst part of the discovery was how he presented himself in those emails.

He constantly claimed to be the true mastermind behind Arrowhead Distribution, while stating outright that I was just a pretty face who signed the final documents.

Cynthia knew every single detail of the plan, even sending text messages boasting that the naive girl would soon be left without a company, and her son would finally have what he deserved.

I understood then that the broken dress in my kitchen had never been just a sudden emotional outburst.

It was a calculated test to see exactly how far they could step on me before taking everything away.