Garrison's face hardened. "You've always been ruthless, Vanessa. But this time, you're barking up the wrong tree. Samuel Green may have had his flaws, but you won't find the kind of skeletons you're looking for."
With that, he stood and left, leaving me alone at the bar, my fury simmering just beneath the surface.
I went home after a moment of sitting and speculating. Alone in my penthouse, i tore through my files, my mind racing with plans and counter plans. I barely noticed the knock at my door until it became insistent.
"Who is it?" I snapped, striding to the door and yanking it open.
It was Hannah, my assistant, holding a stack of papers. "These just came in," Hannah said nervously. "I thought you'd want to see them."
I snatched the papers and scanned them quickly. My hands began to shake as she i the headline: *"The Truth About Samuel Green: A Family's Struggles and Triumphs."*
