“I need to verify this data before I call the authorities,” he added.

He drove out of the garage and into the cool night air of the city.

The rain had started to fall, smearing the yellow streetlights on the windshield.

We drove in silence for twenty minutes, the only sound being the wipers.

Andrew kept glancing at me, his eyes filled with worry.

He reached over and took my hand, squeezing it gently.

“I almost lost you tonight,” he said.

“I don’t care about the company if it means losing you and the baby.”

I looked down at our joined hands, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

“We have the proof now,” I said.

“Your reputation will be saved, and so will the company.”

He pulled into the driveway of his high-rise apartment building.

The valet ran over, but Andrew waved him away and parked in his private bay.

He got out, walked to my side, and helped me step onto the wet pavement.

We took the private elevator directly up to his penthouse suite.

The elevator opened into a large, minimalist living room with glass walls.