He Tore That Pretense Down Long Ago

Vesper's POV

"There's no direct evidence yet."

My fingers pressed the edge of the bedsheet. The stitched wound ached faintly.

"How long can the company hold out?"

"If we don't have new credit by tonight, a month at most."

The room went quiet. The lawyer looked at me and didn't push.

I knew Eli...

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