Finally, she agreed to meet him the next day in a public park. One hour. No lawyers. No security. No Madeline.
“Madeline no longer works for me,” Harrison said coldly.
Chloe froze.
He had checked the archived security logs. Chloe had indeed come to his office five years earlier. She had stayed seventeen minutes before guards removed her on Madeline’s orders. Her calls had been redirected. Her emails filtered. Her letters destroyed.
“I told you,” Chloe whispered.
“I know,” Harrison said, and those two words carried more weight than any apology.
Then he asked about Julian Reyes—the man he had believed was Chloe’s lover.
“He wasn’t my lover,” Chloe said. “He was a genetic counselor.”
Her mother’s neurological disease might have been hereditary. Chloe had been getting tested before trying for children. The messages Harrison had found were about clinic appointments and results.
