“… and violating company policy by attempting unauthorized access,” the Chief Counsel continued, his voice echoing with authority.
Adrian’s face paled. “Chairwoman? What kind of sick joke is this?”
I took a step forward, my eyes holding his with the unyielding gaze of a storm. “No joke, Adrian. I own RossTech. I always have.”
His jaw dropped in disbelief. “You? But—”
“You were the face, Adrian,” I cut in smoothly, “a convenient figurehead. All those late nights and strategy meetings were more than just pillow talk.”
