Liam's POV
The afternoon sun sliced through the windows of my home office as I reviewed the quarterly projections for the third time. The numbers blurred before my eyes, my concentration shot to hell.
I'd been working since dawn, desperately trying to prepare something impressive for the board meeting—something that would make Guerrero eat his words and remind everyone why I was indispensable to Synergy Sphere.
The vibration of my phone against the desk pulled me from my thoughts. Jackson's name flashed on the screen. I snatched it up, suddenly alert.
"Jackson," I answered, keeping my voice neutral despite the anticipation coursing through me. "Do you have something for me?"
"Mr. Ashton," his measured voice came through. "I've been following your wife as instructed. She made an interesting stop today."
I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the armrest. "Where?"
