The Boardroom Heat

soned attorneys in cutthroat negotiations, shredded loopholes in airtight contracts,

words echoed in her mind as she drove through the dimly lit streets of Manhattan. She should have been exhausted-it was

en scared into resignation, and if Moore was bold enough to warn her off, t

EO's

at Clarke Enterprises to find

Now. No greeting. No ex

lled up, the city skyline sprawling behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows. His de

o her, cool and unrea

ke a seat. Whatever this was

ght," Justin said, his voice low, edged with something

know when to leave things alone." Her pulse spiked, but she didn't let it show. "And here I thought you liked that

rearms resting on the desk. "Moore isn't just some co

?" she

he wrong side of." Her stomach tightened, but she pushed forward.

re are things in this company

, powerful, and always three steps ahead. The fact that he was holding back meant th

. "Let me help you take him down." Justin's lips curved

on't scare ea

his gaze with unwavering in

sion stretched between them, charged and ele

But once you cross this line, Katie, there's no

ind them. Then, finally, he reached for a file on his

et on

s, combing through every contract, every wire transfer, ever

idn't exist on Clarke's official books but was quietly funneling money th

f her. This was it. This was enough to bring him down. She grabbed her phone,

nd through her hair. The weight of what she had just uncovered settled he

w, creeping sense of unease coiled in her stomach. She turned her head-just in time to see a shadow moving outside

erous

ou had proof," he said, stepping inside. She turned the laptop toward him, the numbers and documents on display. "

me since she had met him, he looked genuinely furi

ha

Katie hesitated for only a second before shutting her laptop. She might have been fearless, but she wasn't stupid. Justin grabbed her coa

candal. This was war. And she had