The video on my phone could destroy Orion Vale before sunrise.
It showed his board chairman moving a body bag through the private elevator.
It also showed Orion stepping in front of the camera and looking directly at me.
One hour later, his security team brought me to the penthouse.
Orion placed a contract on the glass table between us.
"Ten million dollars," he said. "For your silence."
I laughed because fear needed somewhere to go.
Then I turned the last page and saw the clause written in red ink: temporary marriage, effective immediately.
Orion watched my face change. "Protection costs more than money, June."