Chapter 315

As expected, the past month’s footage showed nothing unusual. It was no surprise, yet I still felt a stab of disappointment. Priya broke down. ‘I’m sorry, Mira. I was the one who handled the job sheet, but I don’t know how it was switched. I don’t know where this forgery came from. I… I’m so sorry.’ She clung to me, crying helplessly. I handed her a tissue. ‘Don’t panic. And don’t cry. That won’t solve anything, and I don’t blame you for this.’ I knew she was afraid I’d make her bear the damages. Penelope’s order was huge, all bespoke, using rare stones. If Priya had to pay, she’d have to sell a kidney or two. After I reassured her several times that she wouldn’t be liable, she calmed down and her tears ebbed. ‘We’ll get to the bottom of this,’ I told her. She nodded, though doubt clouded her eyes. ‘But how will we find out who did this? Who would even want to hurt us?’ I had no answers. Not yet. Too much had happened in forty-eight hours: my car rammed on the road, Ashton shot, and no