The recording of her voice filled the elegant room.

Helena’s face went completely still.

The elegant mask she had worn for decades finally began to slip.

“Where did you get this?” she whispered.

“It doesn’t matter,” Blake said.

“It was illegal to record me,” Helena said, her voice rising, losing its smooth veneer.

“I don’t care about the legality, Helena,” Blake said.

He stepped closer to her.

“I care about what you did to my sons.”

“I did it for you!” she snapped, her eyes flashing with sudden fury. “She was a distraction! She was ruining your focus, ruining the family name!”

“You ruined the family name,” Blake said.

He looked at her as if she were a stranger.

“You are going to call an emergency board meeting,” Blake said.

“I will do no such thing,” Helena said, drawing herself up to her full height.

Just then, the double doors of the penthouse lobby opened.

A man in a dark suit walked in, holding a tablet.

It was Arthur, Helena’s personal security chief.

He looked pale.

“Ma’am,” Arthur said, his voice trembling slightly. “We have a problem.”