(Bryce)
When Marcus called me yesterday, I could hear the tension in his voice before he even got to the point. The kind of strain that only shows when a man’s standing at the edge of something he can’t control. I’ve known Marcus for years and seen him in tight corners before, but this was different. This wasn’t just business trouble. This was personal, messy, and dangerous.
He wanted me to look into Sophie Lawson. The woman at the center of the storm. The woman he claimed had taken everything from him. His pride, his reputation, maybe even his sanity. He said he wanted to know who she really was, not the picture perfect CEO the magazines praised, but the woman behind the name.
I told him I’d take the job. I didn’t hesitate, but the moment I hung up, the weight of it pressed in. Sophie
