I whispered as I read what Diana had shown me on the iPad. I didn’t even chastise myself for the cuss, either. “Harry Diamont,” Diana said as she kicked her blue boots up on the corner of the kitchen table, “really has it coming to him.” Carley wadded up a napkin and threw it at Diana’s feet. With a roll of her eyes, Diana rested them on the chair next to her. But I didn’t care about the furniture because I was busy looking at a picture of Noah’s enemy. He was older—the article said he was forty-four—but he had a ginger beard and square glasses that gave the appearance of even more years. He was spiffy, though, wearing a plaid bow tie that was almost twee, but he had a fatherly smile. The caption beneath read: Harry Diamont takes over. Reading more, I discovered that The Reeves Group wasn’t the first company he’d infiltrated. He’d made his way up the corporate ladder in other businesses, always leaving for a better opportunity, even after he’d met his contemporary, Nathaniel Reeves.
