You had screenshots of his messages and copies of his expense reports.
But you did not have that image.
And the second you realized that, your blood went cold for an entirely different reason. Because if that photo had made it onto the company’s giant anniversary screen, then somewhere, somehow, someone else had been gathering pieces of Daniel too. And judging by the way Lorena’s face went from pale to almost gray across the room, she knew exactly what kind of pieces they were.
The ballroom changed in under three seconds.
One executive’s wife covered her mouth. Two men near the stage stopped clapping and stared at the screen with the blank, stunned expressions people wear when their evening shifts from banquet to crime scene without warning. Daniel rose so quickly from the main table that his chair tipped backward and hit the carpet with a heavy thud.
The director’s hand tightened around the microphone.
