The silence in Grayson's office stretched thick and uncomfortable. Neville stood on the side, waiting for them to finish reading. The file he had just sent over was like a loaded weapon—which, in a way, it was.
Although there was no visible change in Grayson's expression, Keaton and Bryan's were a dead giveaway.
Bryan had his mouth agape, his usual smiling poker face completely shattered. He couldn't believe that their usual 'poor, strong-headed Cinderella' image of Neville had deceived them. He made them think that he was really a pitiful fellow, trying to survive in this world.
Reading this file again even solidified this feeling. The kid they had been mentoring and secretly protecting like some fragile flower had apparently been playing corporate espionage while doing menial tasks.
Keaton, on the other hand, had gone very still. His knuckles had gone white around the edges of the file, and a muscle twitched in his jaw.
