Aiden’s POV Raelyn, that Omega, seemed to be skilled in just about everything. I never knew what surprise she’d throw at me next. But one thing was certain—she was truly something else. Her voice had that lazy, teasing tone again. “Aiden, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to think you’re falling for me.” “You’re overthinking it,” I said coldly, my expression instantly changing. “Let me know when you’ve thought it through.” She rolled her eyes and turned to head back to her room. I watched her slender back disappear, quietly locking away whatever emotion had started to stir in my chest. To speed things up with Zane, Raelyn and I had to put on a convincing show—make it look like we’d had a falling out, a complete breakdown in our relationship. Only then could we move on to the next step. We scheduled the performance for the next morning. Of course, just to be safe, we rehearsed it twice before leaving for the office. Once everything was set, I brought her to work as usual. At the appointed time, when the whole office was in place, Raelyn walked into my office right on cue. I first turned on the surveillance monitor and checked the hallway, then opened the office door and started a fake discussion about a project. Ten minutes in, Raelyn suddenly raised her voice. “I already told you, that’s not what I meant! Why is it so hard for you to understand what I’m saying?” I responded coldly, “And I told you—you’re just a department director. You don’t have the authority to question my decisions.” “Oh, so being CEO gives you the right to throw your weight around? What a joke. Fine then—I quit! Who wants to stay here and get treated like garbage anyway?”Crash! She smashed a cup onto the floor, glass shattering across the tile. I checked the surveillance feed. Everyone in the outer office had turned to stare, some even whispering to one another. Time to turn it up a notch. “If you want to work, then work. If not—get out! The company doesn’t need you to function!” Raelyn moved like she was about to break something else, but I quickly raised my hand to stop her. “One’s enough,” I whispered. “If it’s too dramatic, Zane might get suspicious.” She grinned. “Good thinking.” She said no more. Outside, the entire office had gone dead silent. On the monitor, all the employees were frozen at their desks, clearly shaken by our “fight.” After a moment, Raelyn took out a misting bottle from her bag and sprayed her face, smudging her makeup just enough to look like she’d been crying. Then she stormed out with some files in hand, slamming the door behind her. Damn, that was good acting. I had to admit—I was impressed. The show was over. Now it was up to Raelyn to reel him in. Raelyn’s POV Back at my desk, I didn’t even bother fixing my makeup before calling Zane. I let just enough of a sniffle slip into my voice to make it sound like I’d been crying, then told him I was ready to work with him—on the condition that he make me VP after everything was done. Originally, I’d planned to accept outright, but I figured that’d look too suspicious. Better to make it look like I had my own agenda. Zane was thrilled. “Ms. Beck, don’t worry. Once this is over, I promise you won’t be left empty-handed.” I hung up and immediately messaged Aiden. “The fish took the bait.” From that point, Zane started making moves. He pulled some tricks in the accounting department, creating the illusion of a huge financial hole. Aiden and I saw everything—and didn’t stop a single thing. We just watched him dig his own grave, saving every bit of evidence along the way. Soon after, Aiden called for another meeting. This time, Zane was even bolder. He threw a financial report on the table and barked, “Mr. Salvatore, have you seen this quarter’s numbers?” Aiden didn’t so much as blink. “Is there a problem?” “The company lost forty million dollars this quarter! Forty million! Do you know what that means?” Zane barked. “I told you from the start not to jump into the high-end market. And now look where we are. What do you plan to do about it?” I played along. “Yes. I think we all deserve an explanation.” Zane’s smug smile widened. “Frankly, I don’t think you’re capable of running this company anymore. Maybe it’s time you step down.” Aiden’s eyes went cold. “So you think you should take over?” “Not necessarily,” Zane said smoothly. “Why don’t we let the others decide?” He looked around the room. “Well? What do you all think? Should we elect someone more suited to lead?” Silence. No one responded. He repeated the question—still nothing. Then I stood up, smiling. “Mr. Zane, are you done? Mind if I say a few words?” Zane looked confused. “Ms. Beck?”I took my time. “Let me guess. You’re wondering why the people you paid off didn’t speak up like you expected, aren’t you?” His face twitched. “What are you talking about?” I gave a sharp laugh. “Mr. Zane, you know exactly what I mean.” “Raelyn, stop making baseless accusations!” Zane stammered, his voice cracking. “Oh, we’ll see if they’re baseless.” I reached into my folder and threw the documents on the table with a loud slap. The photos and records scattered—images of Zane entering the accounting office, records of fund transfers with exact amounts. “Well then, Mr. Zane. Do you have anything else to say?”