nt the past two days going through every detail, every clause, every email chain related to the Forte Global

ll amounts shuffled between accounts, contracts altered by a mere fraction of a percent

is, even if it meant going up against Justin Clark himself. A Confrontation Over Scotch. By the time Katie stormed into the Clark

lighting softened the sharp edges of his face, but his posture remained the same-control

counter with a sharp thud. "You knew there w

glinting with something unreadable.

ng this company bleed money because someone in your own executive te

imposing height forcing her to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze. "You think you have it all f

either pushed out or scared into leaving. And I think you-" She jabbed a finger at his chest. "-have known about this mess for a while

laying a dangerous game." She stepped closer, refusing to back down. "So are you." Silenc

shot back. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at his lips. He leaned in just a fraction, voice lower, smoothe

asked, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up her spine. Justin took an

rt," he said, watching her car

ng and

wasn't he stopping it?. The thought stuck with her as she made her way to her car. She had barely unlocked the door when a voice called from behind her.

night?". He chuckled. "I was just on my way out wh

bo

estions." Her pulse quickened, but she forced a cool smile. "That's my job." Moore nodd

questions don't come with safe answers." Her

dly advice." Without another word, he turned

ening around her car keys. She wasn'

igger. Much more dangerous. And she h