, the kind of bright Texas day that usua

rah, buzzed me,

re's... news. A

rom obscurity, educated, and presented to me as potential wives. His way of controlling the Hayes

through,

ine sprawling outside my office window. I felt noth

y knew. I'd live

agic boating accident" off the coast of Maine. I'd mourned her for fifty

And there she was. Izzy. Vibrant, laughing, dripping in jewels, on the arm of Liam Vance, my former head

eer, monumental betraya

xact Tuesday morning, the sun shining, the pho

't devastated. I was r

, professional. "Mr. Hayes, I regret to inform you... a boati

d," I said,

line. "Sir, a

nformation, Officer. Keep me up

ung

le

spread across my fa

Maya Rodriguez as investments. He'd plucked them from hardship, polished them, and offered the

fool I'

e" in Maine. A lie. Sh

r name. I'd let Olivia and Maya, her supposed grieving friends, manipulate me for years, bleeding Hayes Corp dry with

this

e, and your complicit friends, Olivia and Maya, will

e? I'll give you one