He had thought she was being helpful.
His pulse quickened.
“Give me your phone.”
Vanessa’s expression changed.
“No.”
“Give it to me.”
“Move.”
“What did you send them?”
“Who?”
“Harbor Crown.”
Vanessa stared at him.
Then smiled slightly.
“You are finally asking useful questions.”
Ethan’s mouth went dry.
“What does that mean?”
She stepped closer.
“Move away from the door.”
“Did they pay you?”
“Ethan.”
“Did they?”
Vanessa held his stare.
“You should be much more concerned about why Grace knew your numbers before your CFO did.”
She stepped around him.
Ethan caught her suitcase handle.
Vanessa released it instantly.
The suitcase dropped.
She did not fight for it.
Instead, she reached into her purse.
Ethan froze.
She pulled out a second phone.
Not the one he knew.
A small black device.
She held it loosely.
“What is that?”
Vanessa looked at the screen.
Then at him.
“Insurance.”
