The afternoon sun hit the glass walls of Silas’s office, making everything look too bright. I sat in a chair across from his desk, watching him go through digital files. He had been trying to teach me about the Blackwood holdings for the last hour, but I couldn't focus on the numbers or the names of the companies.
"You aren't listening, Elena," Silas said. He didn't look up from his tablet, but I saw a small smile on his face.
"I’m trying," I said. "But none of this makes sense. Why do you need three different shipping companies for one city?"
"Because we don't just ship goods," Silas said. He stood up and walked around the desk. He stopped right beside my chair and leaned down, his hand resting on the back of my seat. "We ship security. We ship privacy. In our world, information is jus
