The envelope contained everything. The payouts, the secret meetings, the offshore accounts. It was a kill-shot. With one phone call to the District Attorney, I could dismantle Genevieve's father and secure my own power for the next decade.
But as I sat in my office, the documents spread across my desk, I realized something had changed.
I didn't want to just destroy him. Because destroying him meant the game was over. And for the first time in my life, I found that I hated the idea of the game ending.
I called Genevieve.
"Come over," I said. "I have a counter-offer."
She arrived an hour later, wearing a simple black slip dress that left very little to the imagination. She didn't say a word as she walked into my office; she simply walked over to the desk, looked at the documents, and th
