Scott's POV
The security footage played on loop, mocking me. Claire and Kira sneaking into John's secret server room like f*****g spies in a movie. My bourbon burned going down, but not enough to dull the rage building in my chest.
Twelve years of meticulous planning. Twelve f*****g years of smiling at John Richardson while plotting his demise. Of consoling his widow. Of building an empire from the ashes of his legacy.
All potentially ruined by a human girl and my step-daughter.
I paused the footage on Kira's face. Even injured, she had her father's determination. That same stubborn set to her jaw that John had when he confronted me about the missing funds.
My phone vibrated against my desk.
"Tell me you have them," I answered, not bothering with pleasantries.
Thomas's voice crackled through the ……
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