Page 70 of Theirs to Hunt (Girls Like Us #1)

Chapter seventy

I pull my skirt back down and my control back on. One quick trip to the private bathroom, a splash of cold water, a swipe of lip gloss, and I look like a woman who hasn’t just been railed into her desk.

But I feel it. The soreness. The residual heat. The weight of their expectations balanced against their approval.

I sit, open the folder Grayson gave me, and start reviewing the flagged departments.

Most of it’s subtle. Nothing screams crisis. Just patterns. Slippage. Small leaks that exceed normal parameters once you know where to look.

Marketing’s on the list. Not high up. Not glaring red. But something about it makes me pause.

It isn’t the numbers. Not the invoices. It’s him. Jeff.

That last conversation, the one where he made the offhand comment about Genevieve stepping on toes.

At the time, my mind was elsewhere.

But it’s been echoing since .

How would he know? Was he involved? He acted like I already knew more than I did. Like I’d be scared to push back.

I wasn’t then. I’m sure as hell not now.

And now I have the clearance to dig.

I stand, smooth my skirt, and grab the audit file.

If he wants to act untouchable, he picked the wrong woman.

Grayson told me we’d loop Devon in on anything suspicious. Said there were departments he couldn’t fully trust.