Ravyn froze. The thought had crossed his mind before, more than once, actually. He had lived under the same roof with Seraphine for years without touching her, existing like polite strangers bound only by a marriage certificate.
It had been a cold, deliberate arrangement, one that would allowed both of them to move through life separately while maintaining appearances.
When he had finally brought up the idea of formalizing that separation, of continuing as husband and wife only on paper, Seraphine had refused.
At the time, Ravyn had been too embarrassed to push. After all, he was the one who had asked for the divorce. Pressing further would have felt hypocritical, almost desperate, and he had swallowed the conversation whole, burying it where pride and regret lived side by side.
Now, standing in front of Daisy, he couldn’t bring himself to say the truth out loud. "Seraphine isn’t stupid. She’ll know I’m doing it for the money."
That wasn’t the answer Daisy had expected. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face before she smoothed it away, her voice calm but calculating. "Then we’ll have to find a way to increase our profits."
Ravyn nodded slowly. "I know. That’s why I have to go to the city."
The weight of everything pressing down on him made his temples throb. Then another thought struck him, sharp and unsettling.
"Daisy," he said, his tone turning businesslike, "you haven’t given me any updates on the medical supplies. And I haven’t seen any movement from the account."
Daisy’s lips pursed. She had already given herself a strict timeline, two weeks. That was all she needed, and was confident that her motivation had been enough to push the doctors toward a breakthrough.
"I’m working on it," she said smoothly. "Trust me, it’ll be ready in two weeks." Then, almost casually, she added, "I had to fire Nicole. She was getting in my nerves ."
Ravyn gently moved her aside, surprise flashing across his face. "You fired Nicole? Why didn’t you tell me?"
She tilted her head, studying him. "You look upset. She disrespected me, insulted my intelligence. I couldn’t let that slide."
"Oh." Relief softened his expression. Anyone who disrespected Daisy deserved consequences. "Still, you should have informed me. If you had, her punishment would have been harsher."
A coy smile curved Daisy’s lips, but before she could respond, a knock sounded at the door. Ravyn went to answer it.
Damon stood there, holding a sleek device. "Alpha, I got you a new phone and inserted your SIM. It’s already beeping, looks like a message."
"Thank you." Ravyn closed the door and checked the screen, the color drained from his face.
"Who approved half a million to the logistics department?" he demanded. "An amount like that requires my authorization."
A chill ran through Daisy. Since Corvine and Seraphine had left, she was the only one signing off on approvals. If it hadn’t been Ravyn, then the blame pointed directly at her.
"I—I’m sorry," she said quickly. "They said it was urgent. I didn’t know—"
Ravyn pressed his fingers to his temple. The headache was pounding now. "So this is how you plan to approve anything labeled urgent?"

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