Naomi's brow furrowed at that.
Leo's voice came back through the speaker. "So was my guess right after all? Is Miles Foster actually your client?"
Naomi pressed her lips together and didn't answer right away.
Something about that theory still didn't sit right.
The Rose Manor brief, as strange as some of the specifics were, had real internal logic threaded through it. That wasn't how someone like Miles thought not the version of him she'd met, anyway.
Unless the playboy act is just a costume he's been wearing this whole time.
"Doesn't really matter who it is," Naomi said finally, her tone sharpening. "I'm not that curious about identity. What I care about is if they set up that video call deliberately, there's a real chance they already recorded something the second I picked up. Can y
