Eden's POV:I end up working late over the next two days. James Artie is certainly right about one thing. My grandma's job isn't easy. There's a heck of a lot to do and it's fair to say that James and his nephew Lewis aren't making it any easier. If anything their making the whole thing a d*mn sight harder.It feels like every day there's a new company coming forward to sue us because of Lewis's team. At this point, it seems impossible that Lewis will be able to even try and pass the buck onto someone else. His whole team can't be responsible, if he's not.It just seems to get worse and I seem to be spending an insane amount of my time apologising for Lewis's actions. It would be significantly easier if he'd just scr*wed over big conglomerate but the man has no moral compass at all, and seems to have stolen ideas from the biggest names in the furniture business to little start ups and even one or two family run shops. I don't like having to apologise for something I didn't do and wh

Eden's POV:I spend most of the crying, curled up in Noah's arms and when we get up in the morning my face feels raw from tears. Hurriedly, I wash my face, trying to ease the red hue that has resulted from all that crying, before getting ready for work.Noah insists on having breakfast before heading out, not that I have an appetite. If I had a choice, I'd just go back to bed and stay there but that isn't an option.Perhaps more so now than ever, I need to resolve this matter once and for all. And that means going to work. I need to find out who is stealing from the company. Noah is still unsure whether we should trust Martin and maybe he's right.Maybe no one should be trusted…For the most part, my day runs like clockwork. I do everything like I'm going through the motions, completing a check list of tasks without stopping to think about what I'm doing or why I'm doing it. Fortunately, I don't have any important meetings or I'd be useless.It's Friday and so for the first time

I'm feeling uneasy as I let myself into my apartment, filled with an urgency to check the contents of the USB drive. There are answers on this little stick and I need them.My mind is a jumbled mess as it tries to process what Alice told me. It wasn't anything particularly new, nothing that I don't already know. Just more d*mn whispers and rumours, overheard conversations. The sort of things that won't prove anything.Instead of helping, her words had only made me feel more annoyed. Frustrated that it's taken us months to find out this much and yet we still know practically nothing.I stop on the doorstop, the door wide open as I stare into the apartment. The sight before me is a bit on the bizarre side. Noah and Martin are both sitting in my living room drinking tea."Eden!" Noah's eyes dart to me. "Where have you been?"I'm surprised to see how worried they book look as I close the door behind me."Why are you both here?" I ask, although I'm not particularly displeased at their

I do as Martin says, taking a seat as my entire body tenses at the idea of what he is about to say. I wish I could just run from the room and pretend that he didn't suggest I should sit down. It's what I used to do when I was a child and grandma wanted to tell me off.It probably wouldn't work now though… Plus, I'm supposed to be a grownup. I'm supposed to be all about handling the difficult stuff.Martin pulls out the seat at the table next to mine, turning it so he's facing me as he sits down. His expression is haunted and his eyes are sad. I'm not going to like what he's going to say. That one look is enough to make me not just want to run from the room, but maybe the country.Ear plugs could work… I just need to make sure I don't hear what he's about to say. If I don't hear it, it's not real, right?"Your grandma and I have known for quite some time that your parents; deaths were not accidental."I guess there's no avoiding that."Grandma knew?"I'm completely flabbergasted.

Martin holds the door open for me when we enter the restaurant. "Sorry, it's not nicer," he says apologetically. "But no reservation and we're in a rush, right?""Nicer?" I ask, looking around. It looks nice enough to me. I'm not the biggest fan of fancy restaurants.Noah actually laughs. "Eden would happily eat food off a food stall."He's not exactly wrong… I'm definitely not a fussy eater. It's hard to be fussy when you can't cook to save your life.A waitress leads us to a table in the centre of the bustling restaurant. Noah, always the gentleman, holds out my chair for me before sitting down next to me. He takes my hand in his as the waitress gives us each a menu.I'm not really hungry so I skim the menu without really seeing it. It seems strange to even think about eating when things are such a mess."What can I get you?" the waitress asks and the guys both wait for me to place my order first."Can I have some sparkling water please?" I ask, still unsure what I should ask