Chapter Sixty One

GAVIN

I pushed the door open to Paul Stanton’s office. He looked up from his screen, that smug, polite expression glued to his face. The same expression I’d seen for years.

The same expression he probably wore while stabbing me in the back.

“Mr. Pierce.” Paul greeted, setting his pen down. “Do you need something from me?”

I didn’t answer. I crossed the room, my steps steady, measured, full of veno