I needed those patents.

They were the only things of value my father had left behind.

They were currently locked in the King Enterprises vault.

If I could prove Daniel was the real mole, I could force Elias to give them back.

I turned around and walked back toward the King Enterprises building.

The rain was coming down harder now, soaking through my thin coat.

I didn’t care.

I had spent years being the quiet wife who stayed in the background.

I had let them dictate the terms of my life.

That ended today.

I walked back through the glass lobby and took the elevator back to the executive suite.

When I stepped out, the secretary looked up, surprised to see me so soon.

“Is he still in?” I asked.

“Yes, Mrs. King, but he has a call with—”

I didn’t let her finish.

I pushed open the heavy oak door to Elias’s office.

He was standing by his desk, holding a glass of scotch.

He looked up, his brow furrowing as he saw my wet hair and damp coat.

“You’re back early,” he said.