Chapter 93 — The Price of Being President
Declan slammed his fist against the table so hard that the coffee mug beside his laptop jumped. He was frustrated especially in the last few minutes where he had noticed something extremely off about Vivienne.
"Are you telling me we brought a f*****g fraud into this house, gave her a Reapers patch, let her eat at our table, and nobody bothered to find out who the hell she really was?"
Nobody answered.
Jace stood near the fireplace, his arms folded across his chest. Rhett occupied the leather couch opposite their father, one leg stretched out, a bottle of whiskey dangling between his fingers.
Wyatt had left the technical team's latest findings on the table barely ten minutes earlier. There were records of Vivienne's calls, several suspicious tr
