His Last Lie The Billionaire's Dying Secret

One wrong letter on a booking confirmation. That was all it took for the secretary to send my in-laws straight into a flood zone.

Roads destroyed. Disease spreading. And then came the call—my mother- and father-in-law, stranded, begging for help.

I rushed to arrange a charter flight to bring them home, only to be stopped cold at the finance department door by Emily Summers herself.

"A two-million-dollar charter request?" She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "The company doesn't have that kind of money lying around. And even if it did, this doesn't fall under reimbursable expenses. Mrs.