Everyone Laughed When I Agreed to Dance With the Class Outcast at Prom – But the Tiny Box He Handed Me at Midnight Made My Knees Buckle

freak stole confidential documents. Give it to me, and we’ll handle this at home.”

“Confidential to whom?” I asked. “To you?”

“You don’t know what you’re looking at,” he hissed. “Those are tax planning documents. Boring stuff. Theo doesn’t understand finance.”

“He doesn’t need to understand anything. I do, and I know my signature was forged.”

“Eliza…” continue reading …