*Aryanna*
Living at Darren’s house was… Well, it was not what I’d imagined. I thought proximity would give me at least a sliver of an advantage, but no. The guy’s place was a fortress, and he kept everything on lockdown. Whatever secrets he was hiding, they were buried deep, with no breadcrumbs in sight.
Everywhere I looked, his life was compartmentalized and pristine. There weren’t any open folders lying around or stray papers left on the countertops. For all I could tell, he might as well have been working for a charity instead of the corporate empire he’d built on top of my family’s wreckage. If he was hiding anything, he did it well.