Leaning back in her chair, Winter tried to relax, but the tension twisting in her chest refused to ease. Despite Kalix's assurance that he would uncover the truth, she couldn't help but blame herself.
The deal had been signed under her supervision—her responsibility. And yet, somehow, someone had stolen the designs and handed them directly to David Greyson.
Shock still rippled through her every time she thought about it. She had never intended to help her family's business, nor would her grandfather ever involve her in such a scheme.
So how had the designs been stolen?
The question haunted her, each second a fresh wave of guilt and frustration. But then, like a bolt of lightning, clarity struck.
Winter shot upright in her chair, her mind racing.
Fragments of recent events flashed before her eyes—moments she had overlooked, subtle signs she had ignored.
Diana.
Diana had been the last person to question her decision—the one who had insisted they terminate the deal.
