Chapter 3

My gaze landed on David from PR. He'd been wearing the sleaziest grin all night.

I called him out. "David is the PR director I hate most. He buries personal expenses in every report. Last month's report included two massage-parlor receipts. He claimed they were for entertaining clients, but I saw him outside with Alex Mason, his deputy."

David clearly hadn't expected me to name him first. He stiffened, ready to defend himself, but no explanation came. Chloe stepped in to smooth things over.

"David's been with the company for years. He may not have earned any great honors, but…