Page 146 of Sin

The room goes quiet again. I look at my brother. Tate’s expression is unreadable, but there is no cruelty in it. Only concern.

“For God’s sake,” Owen mutters. “Please tell me you didn’t tell her for the first time during a corporate scandal.”

“No.”

“Good.”

“I haven’t told her at all.”

Foster makes a sound. “Jesus Christ.”

Blaze nods slowly. “That tracks.”

I glare at him.

He lifts both hands. “Sorry.”

Dante finally speaks. “You need PR.”

“I know.”

“You need to make sure Jenna doesn’t keep posting.”

“I can’t control Jenna.”

“No,” Dante says. “But her attorney can tell her she’s hurting herself too if this becomes defamatory or damages marital assets.”

Richard nods. “I’ll handle that.”

Wilder looks at me again, and this time his anger is quieter. More dangerous.

“Is she worth it?”

The question should offend me. It doesn’t. It deserves an answer.

“Yes,” I say.

Wilder studies me for a long moment. Then he nods once.

Owen pushes a folder across the table toward me. “Then start acting like she is.”

I pick up the folder. Inside are printed copies of company policy. Workplace relationships. Conflict of interest. Disclosure obligations.

I almost laugh. Not because it’s funny. Because Owen brought a policy packet to my personal apocalypse.

He looks at me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Laugh and I will staple that to your forehead.”

For the next hour, we discuss containment. Board and shareholder disclosure. PR statements. HR protocols. Jenna’s post. Laurel’s position. My divorce. My leave from direct launch oversight. It is clinical. Necessary.

Brutal.

Through all of it, my phone sits face down on the table.

I don’t touch it. Not until the meeting ends. Not until my brothers file out one by one, leaving me with Owen.

He pauses at the door.