Noah
I kept telling myself that women were naturally curious. That Sydney’s blatant disregard for locked, closed doors had nothing to do with the rat investigating in my company at the moment. It wasn’t as if I’d caught her snooping through my drawers or my computer. She’d simply been standing there, staring at the pictures on the shelf behind the desk as if surprised to find any remnants of my life.
That’s what I kept telling myself, anyway.
Yet, as we sat there going over the documents I’d prepared months ago for Anderson’s company, I couldn’t completely ignore the darker thoughts that slowly crept from the back of my mind. The suspicion my brother had planted there from the start hadn’t gone away entirely, despite me finding no evidence that Sydney had anything to do with Elite Hum
