Madeline took the file folder into the underground parking garage and glanced at the security camera above her head.
Last week, the receptionist had mentioned the camera was broken. Madeline had promised to forward it to maintenance when she passed by, but had deliberately kept putting it off.
Two minutes later, she hurried out again.
When Sebastian got off work, he found a file folder tucked under his car's windshield wiper.
He looked at the printed chat history inside, all of it conversations between him and Charlotte about business matters.
Only Charlotte could have put this together.
He waved over the security guard and said, his thin lips barely parting, "Go fix the surveillance camera."
The guards dispersed immediately.
Dana stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Prescott, what
