JASMINE'S POV
I didn't go home.
Not yet.
Instead, I returned to my office at Heart Enterprises, gripping the USB Vale had given me like it was either going to save me—or set me on fire.
He said it had answers. About my parents. About what really happened. About me.
I didn't trust him.
But I trusted the fear in his voice when he said, "You don't want to know what's buried in your bloodline."
And even more than that… I wanted to know anyway.
I arrived at Heart Enterprises just past lunchtime.
Not fashionably late. Not power-move late. Just… the kind of late where everyone already knows you've been dragged through the tabloids and are wondering whether they'll still have a job by sunset.
The elevator ride up was silent. When the doors opened onto the executive floor, conversations stopped. Eyes flicked toward me. And then just as quickly, away.
Not one person met my gaze.
