Morris's POV
I sat lost in my thoughts when my phone rang. Jaden's name flashed on the screen.
"Mr. Welch, we've hit a snag. Edgar Robbie—the bastard who lied about Ms. Watson—he's made contact with whoever's really behind this. The guy's relocated, and now I've got someone breathing down my neck," Jaden reported.
My jaw tightened. "I'll get you backup, but you need to nail down some proof."
"Copy that, Mr. Welch," Jaden confirmed.
I ended the call, shoved Thomas's file to the side, and stalked out of my office.
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Ana's POV
By the time I wrapped up the morning's design work I'd missed, darkness had already swallowed the sky outside.
When I finally checked my phone, messages from both Morris and Madeline were waiting.
Morris: The online attacks against you have been scrubbed. Don't stress about it. Anyone tries to doxx you, call the cops.
His concern hit me right in the chest. The guy really did give a damn about me.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
