Chapter 95

• Anita’s POV
• I let out a frustrated sigh, dropping into the chair by my desk. The drawers were still half-open, files and papers scattered around me. Martha perched on the armrest, her brow furrowed in concentration, while Zach stood by the bookshelf, his hands on his hips.
• “This is ridiculous,” I muttered, running my hands through my hair. “I’ve looked everywhere, and I still can’t find the contract or the proof of contract. They’ve just… vanished.”