The Cost Of Your Stolen Sapphire
Language: en
The night of the charity gala, I dropped half a million dollars just to see Maddy smile. I didn’t know that while I was signing the paperwork, her "star intern" was busy rerouting the delivery to his own apartment. Thirty million dollars’ worth of custom-designed jewelry—pieces I had spent years saving for—ended up in the hands of a kid who hadn’t been with the company for more than three months. When I confronted him in the office, Tyler didn’t argue. He didn’t make excuses. He simply dropped to his knees right there in the middle of the open-plan floor, tears streaming down his…