One Night Stand With My Ex's Uncle

Anna’s POV

The tension at Phoenix Project headquarters was thick enough to cut with a knife. Lucy stood near the conference table, eyes already rimmed red the perfect picture of a woman wrongfully accused. Almost convincing.

Sean wasted no time. "Ms. Shaw, Mr. Simpson, we’ve uncovered significant financial irregularities in Simpson Group’s accounts. More alarming, during procurement reviews, we found serious quality issues with raw materials Simpson Group purchased while managing the production line."

I caught Jack’s expression shift from irritation to genuine surprise. He hadn’t expected this.

"Clear the room," I ordered Rachel and Daniel. Only the key players could stay.

Lucy’s confident mask faltered. Jack turned sharply to her. "What’s going on?"

"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about," she stammered, her composure cracking.

I watched her unravel, cold certainty settling in my veins.

Phoenix was my passion project Shaw Corp’s future. Someone had deliberately poisoned it. That was unforgivable.

Sean handed me a ledger. "Nolan Taylor, Ms. Taylor’s cousin, was the procurement officer responsible. He’s no longer with us." He passed a stack of purchase orders across the table. "Both his and Ms. Taylor’s signatures appear here."

I skimmed the documents and slid them to Jack. "Your turn, Mr. Simpson."

Jack ignored the papers, eyes locked on Lucy. "Where is Nolan now?"