Anna’s POV
I lay on my bed with a cooling face mask plastered over my skin, watching as Catherine’s wide eyed face filled my phone screen.
"I can’t believe it," she gasped, shaking her head in disbelief. "Uncle Marcus actually defended you? And Aunt Elizabeth didn’t give you a full-blown lecture on propriety?"
I couldn’t suppress a small smile. "What can I say? Maybe your uncle isn’t as severe as you all think."
Catherine snorted. "Oh, please. You have no idea. Last ti I went clubbing, he cut off my pocket money and said I was tarnishing the family na. The double standard is insane."
"Maybe he just has better judgnt than you give him credit for," I teased, adjusting my pillow so the mask didn’t slip. "He probably knew I was just keeping an eye on you. Making sure you didn’t get into too much trouble."
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "You? The girl in the black dress with the thigh high slit?"
I rolled my eyes. "Supervising in style."
She laughed. "Well, either way, you might want to stay on your best behavior. Word is... Uncle Marcus isn’t leaving Skyview anyti soon."
I sat up straighter, nearly dislodging the mask. "What do you an?"
"Grandfather let it slip," she said, eyes gleaming. "Marcus is staying because he’s interested in soone."
I blinked. "Marcus Murphy. Interested in soone?"
"The eternal bachelor himself," she confird with a dramatic nod. "Can you imagine? He’s never even brought a date to family functions. Grandfather’s practically hosting a parade."
A mory of Marcus at the club flashed across my mind how his shirt had clung to his broad shoulders, the quiet control in his movents, the way his eyes found mine across the room.
"Has he never... dated anyone seriously before?"
Catherine tilted her head, thinking. "Well, there was one ti about six years ago. He ca back from Europe over so girl, but apparently she was already seeing soone else. After that, poof. Gone again. This is the only other ti I’ve seen him look remotely interested in soone."
I frowned. "A man like that successful, intelligent, athletic he could have anyone."
Catherine arched a brow. "And yet here he is. Focused, disciplined, completely unavailable... until now."
I peeled off my face mask slowly, deep in thought. "Your grandfather really knows how to raise them."
"Unlike so people," she muttered with a pointed glare, clearly referencing Jack.
Before I could respond, she added with a grin, "Oh and you should’ve seen Marcus’s face when he spotted us at the club. For a second, I thought he was going to drag out by the ear."
I was halfway through reviewing quarterly reports when Daniel burst into my office, his usually composed deanor visibly shaken.
"Ms. Shaw," he said, breathless. "There’s an ergency at the Phoenix Project."
My pen stilled mid signature.
Jack had co to about problems on Phoenix a few weeks back. I’d brushed him off, chalking it up to exaggeration. Apparently, I was wrong.
"Get Rachel. Bring the car," I said sharply.
We reached the research facility in under twenty minutes. Jack’s car was already parked out front.
Of course.
Inside, raised voices echoed through the halls. The tension led us to a chaotic conference room, where Jack and Lucy stood over Trevor Torres, our chief engineer. Trevor’s face was flushed, his glasses askew, caught between fury and sha.
"I didn’t do it!" Trevor shouted, fists clenched. "I would never—"
Lucy hurled a folder at him with theatrical flair. "The emails ca from your personal computer. Your account. What more do you need?"
The mont she saw , her expression flipped to faux-concern. "Anna! Thank goodness. This has been such a... difficult discovery."
"Stop." My voice cut through the room like glass. I had no patience for her performance.
Lucy blinked but pressed on, her tone still honeyed. "Trevor Torres has been stealing Phoenix’s research data. The technical team found the proof on his computer."
I raised a hand, silencing her again.
"I won’t accept accusations of theft without concrete evidence." I turned to Trevor, his back now a little straighter. "Mr. Torres, did you do this?"
"Ms. Shaw..." His voice cracked. "I swear I would never betray this company."
Trevor had been with Shaw Corp for nearly a decade. His loyalty wasn’t just assud it was proven.
I picked up the papers Lucy had dramatically scattered across the table. "This is your evidence? So printed emails?"
Lucy’s expression twisted. "Surely you’re not suggesting we ignore this? The digital trail leads right to his machine."
"Jack," I said, turning to him. "Can you confirm no one else had access to Trevor’s workstation?"
His jaw clenched. "The evidence speaks for itself."
"Does it?" I folded my arms. "Just like appointing soone with zero experience to lead Phoenix spoke for itself?"
The jab at Lucy landed.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. "Shaw Corp has invested heavily in this project. Don’t let personal feelings cloud your judgnt."
I gave a dry laugh. "That’s rich coming from you."
Lucy’s smug expression faltered.
"I trust the judgnt of a man who’s given ten years to this company," I continued. "Not soone who showed up three months ago and got handed the reins because she knows how to flirt with upper managent."
Lucy’s face flushed crimson.
"Trevor will co with ," I announced. "Effective imdiately, the Phoenix Project is suspended pending a full internal review."
"You can’t just—" Jack started.
"I can and I will," I said, voice steely. "And if I find out soone’s trying to sabotage this project..."
My gaze shifted deliberately to Lucy.
"They’ll regret it."
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