(Jason)
I stared at the email, blinking like the words would change if I looked at them long enough. But they didn’t.
> “You’re fired. Evidence attached. I’m not pressing charges yet, but you have until the 30th to return every cent you took. Or I will.”
Peter.
That smug piece of—
I stood up so fast the chair scraped back and slammed into the wall. My hands were shaking, and my heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear myself think.
This wasn’t happening.
No. No, no, no. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
I paced the room like an animal, my vision narrowing. Someone ratted me out. Someone went through my files and my accounts. That wasn’t just a lucky guess. This was planned. Someone wanted me destroyed.
Alina.
Of course. It was her. That selfish, conniving little sna
