The man's hair was flawlessly styled, his dark suit perfectly tailored without a single crease. A crisp Windsor knot sat snugly beneath his throat, and elegant cufflinks glinted at his wrists.
He looked dressed for a high-profile interview, instantly reminding Sienna of the first time they had met.
Jorrod Vaughn lowered his gaze to the arm he was gripping, then slowly released his hold.
Naturally, the other two people in the room were stunned into silence.
Caleb, recovering first from the physical assault, slammed a hand on the table and shot up. "Who the hell are you?!"
Standing at the edge of the table, Jorrod lifted his dark eyes. A long, elegant finger tapped the top sheet of paper. "Does this look familiar?"
Caleb froze. He glanced down at the documents, and his face drained of color as he registered the text.
"This credit report... the serial number doesn't quite match up, does it?"
"An Ivy League master's?" Jorrod leaned over lazily, sliding another sheet from the pile and pushing it toward Caleb. His voice was smooth and indifferent. "I had them run the student ID. Curiously, the university has no record of you. You hired a decent forger, though. The watermark is about eighty percent accurate."
"What the hell are you trying to—"
"Oh, and the downtown penthouse," Jorrod interrupted, picking up a stray page near the edge of the table. He scanned it casually. "The registered owner doesn't share your last name. I believe his name is Smith. Your name only appears on the lease agreement. Quarterly payments."
"Tsk." Jorrod flicked the paper against Caleb's chest. "Looks like your rent is overdue this month, too."


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