Jessica's POV
Papa's brow creased with confusion at first, but when my meaning hit him, his eyes went wide before he quickly masked his reaction. One eyebrow arched in that familiar way that clearly asked, "Where's your proof?"
I simply shrugged, and his other eyebrow joined the first. I turned away from his scrutinizing gaze, letting my attention drift to the pandemonium unfolding around the conference room.
I'd already given him the name of the person behind this disaster. Whether he chose to believe me was his decision, but I knew I'd uncover the evidence I needed. And when I did, Bonita would be out of this company permanently, with or without his blessing. If he insisted on protecting her after everything, then there wasn't much left to discuss between us.
