Page 150 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

The guards seize her arms, pulling her back as she thrashes and shrieks. Her voice cracks with rage, spewing out curses as her heels skid against the polished floor. “Your family stole everything! You’re all liars!”

Tears streaking down her face.

The doors swing shut behind her, the echoes of her hysteria lingering through the hallways.

But I don’t move. Don’t flinch.

My fists clench under the table, the storm in my chest quiet but lethal.

This was never just about Sophie.

It was always going to come back to my family.

The publisher leans across the table, rubbing his temples.

“We’ll issue a full retraction. Prominent placement. Public apology. We’ll do everything we can to make this right.”

I nod once, but the fire in my chest doesn’t dim.

Not yet.

As I gather my files, something gnaws at the back of my mind. A name. A face.

Cash Carson.

The smug bastard who cost Sophie her last job, who tried to take advantage of her while she was managing his PR campaign.

I glance toward a junior assistant hovering near the door. “Quick question. Does this firm still manage PR for Cash Carson?”

He blinks, caught off guard. “Uh, yes.”

I nod slowly. I still remember in detail Sophie’s voice, sharp and hollow, as she recounted how she lost her job.

The man at the center of it all? Cash fucking Carson.

“Is he here today?”

He pauses, hesitating. “Uh, yes.

He’s... in Conference Room B.”

Marcus groans beside me. “Alessio…Don’t.”

But I’m already stepping toward the door, voice flat. “He’s overdue for a conversation.”

The hallway is quiet as I approach the door labeled Conference B. I slip inside without knocking.

Cash Carson’s mid-sentence, sprawled across a leather chair like it’s a throne. He’s tall and lanky, tattoos crawling up his arms to his collarbone, some faded, others fresh. He’s got on a flannel shirt over a white tee, jeans ripped with deliberate care.

A bottle of whiskey seats on the table beside him, his glass half-full.

He’s leaning a little too close to a junior associate, whispering something that makes her smile freeze.

She shifts in her seat.

He touches her thigh.

That’s all I need.

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