Gina
For several seconds, I honestly believed I had misheard him.
The penthouse became unnaturally quiet around me, as if every person in the room had stopped breathing at once. Giorgos stood on the other side of the kitchen island with one hand resting beside the photograph, his expression unreadable. Michael and the security officers remained near the elevator, watchful and tense, while Zander stood close enough that I could feel the heat of his body against mine.
None of it made sense.
Not the stolen archive file.
Not the former board member.
And certainly not the claim that my father had invested in Preston Enterprises.
“My father is alive,” I said slowly.
Giorgos’s brows pulled together. “I did not say he was dead.”
I turned toward Zander. “You said the file contained informa
