It led to a small bedroom that Vincent insisted he needed for when work kept him at the office till it was too late to return home.
Like a dummy, I believed, ignoring Clarissa's flowery perfume that clung to his sheets the few times I had gone in there.
The safe was hidden behind a portrait on the far wall, and I got in on my first try.
My hand hovered midair as I stared, dumbfounded, at the only thing sitting in the large safe—a box.
Bringing it out, I began to search through it until I found what I was looking for and then some.
A draft of a contract for a merger was what caught my attention because I had never agreed to such.
The company proposing to merge with Hart Inc. was even more distressing.
It was Monroe Industries, Stacy’s dad’s company.
Mr. Monroe was infamous for his mergers that were really just violent takeovers of smaller businesses.
Vincent had come to me with the offer before, and I had turned it down because, unlike him, I knew who I was dealing with.
Our advisors should have warned him about this, and the fact they didn’t made me very suspicious.
My leading theory was that Mr. Monroe had planted his people in Hart Inc., and that created a bigger problem than I was ready for.
Vincent forging documents was one thing. Going up against a man as powerful as Mr. Monroe was another.
I quickly packed up everything and left the office, too disturbed by my discovery to notice the satisfied smile Clarissa sent my way.
"Ready to go home?" Matthew asked with a pointed look at my bandaged arm.
Home. Butterflies fluttered in my belly at the mention of Sebastian's home being mine too.
We had only known each other for a few days, yet Sebastian was a steady force I found myself drawn to.
He was there to help me, and I knew that if it came to it, I wouldn’t be going up against Mr. Monroe alone.
My anxiety calmed. I smiled. "Let's go home."
I settled into the seat for a calm ride, lazily watching the city go by.
The light turned red and we were forced to stop and wait.
My eyes casually drifted out my window and I stilled when I met the intense stare of the man in the car on the right.
It was impossible to ignore, and I turned to inform Matthew about it, only to find him in a staring match of his own with the guys in the car on our other side.
A foreboding feeling grew in the car and my heartbeat picked up.