“And you. Come with me. Now.”
The dining room fell completely silent.
Celeste smiled.
She thought he’d chosen her.
What neither of them realized was that I’d joined Hartwell Industries under my maiden name three weeks earlier for a reason.
And the reason had nothing to do with catching my husband having an affair.
I was investigating the disappearance of $1.8 million from the company my father had built.
My name is Maya Bennett, although the employees at Hartwell Industries knew me as Maya Hart.
My father had founded the company forty years earlier, beginning with a small workshop and gradually transforming it into a successful industrial business.
After his passing, our family’s holding company retained controlling ownership.
Through that structure, I controlled sixty-four percent of the voting shares.
Julian was the chief executive officer.
But he wasn’t the owner.
I’d appointed him to the position because I believed in his abilities and trusted him to protect my father’s legacy.
