“I am too tired tonight.”

He watched me closely, his eyes lingering on my face.

“Of course,” he said, his voice dropping to a gentle tone.

“We just want everything to be perfect for the baby.”

“I know,” I said.

He turned and walked back down the dark hallway.

I closed the door, but I did not lock it immediately.

I needed to act normal.

I poured the tea down the guest bathroom sink.

I sat on the bed, staring at the window as the rain lashed against the glass.

The trap was set.

Tomorrow, my grandfather’s board would walk into this penthouse.

Nathan and Sloane would have no idea what was coming.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my hand.

It was an email notification from an automated banking alert.

I opened it.

My heart stopped.

A transfer of five hundred thousand dollars had just been initiated from the Crane Family Trust to Vale Design Partners.

The status was pending.

It was scheduled to clear at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.

I stood up, my breath catching in my throat.