Chapter 45 - Evidence and Regret
Liam's POV
Yesterday dragged by like torture. My skull pounded from the whiskey I'd drowned myself in the night before, and every breath felt like swallowing glass. Evelyn, Allen, Damian, and Owen surrounded me like a protective wall, insisting Hazel couldn't have sent those damning emails. Their voices hammered at me, demanding I listen, waiting for the audit to reveal what they already believed.
Evelyn had ventured into the finance department's lion's den to retrieve the documents Clairemont claimed were being verified. While she was gone, that bastard Clairemont called, his voice dripping with manufactured outrage as he spewed excuses into my ear. I was too mentally drained to engage with his theatrics. I cut him off mid-sentence, telling him to hand everything over to Evelyn or start updating his resume.