Clide Woods
“It's barely been a day and you’re already acting like the boss of this mansion?” I glare at Tory as she stuffs a handful of necklaces into a velvet pouch.
“Oh please. We both know I’m in control now.” She saunters closer, heels clicking on the marble floor until our faces are inches apart. “You may be the newly appointed CEO of Woods Co‑operation, but honey, I call the shots. You should be thanking me.”
“I should be thanking you?” I scoff, incredulous. “Anyway, I read on the news that Amy’s location is almost found. Whoever has her must hold a deep grudge. If she comes back, she’ll ruin everything.” I pull out my phone, the screen a chorus of unread alerts. Tory watches me like I’ve lost my mind — she’s not the only one who thinks my worry’s overblown.
“While you’re busy w
