A MURKY MESS

MARKS POV 

I sat there, my throat dry, as Bruno laid it all out. "Armand found out," he said, his voice low but intense. "Evans Maurice is Gregory's son. He lost it—punched him, chased him out of the company. No holding back."

I tried to keep my face neutral, but my stomach twisted. It was bad. Bad.

Bruno leaned closer, lowering his voice even more. "Armand's ordered new security codes. Full lockdown. No one's getting into the AI algorithm or the database without his direct approval."

I could feel my pulse in my ears. My fist clenched under the table, and fear coiled around my chest like a vice. Armand was closing in, sealing the dots, and it would not take him long to realize I was the one who recommended Maurice to Armand Inc.