Who Really Is Vic Morano?

(Casey's POV)

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I snatched my coat from the back of the chair, slipping one arm in even as I crossed the room. The fabric tangled awkwardly as I moved, but I didn't stop. I wasn't waiting for comfort—I needed answers, and I needed them now.

My purse was next. I grabbed it in one swift motion, nearly yanking it off the desk, and stormed toward the office door. Every step echoed with urgency.

As I reached for the handle, it flew open—and I almost crashed straight into Liam.

His brows jumped in surprise, eyes darting to the coat half-draped over my shoulder, then to the tense line of my mouth. "Oh…" he murmured, his voice uncertain. "Going somewhere?"

I didn't slow down. "Yeah. Paragon Park."

He blinked. "So Janet didn't pull through?"