For the next few days, Vincent searched the entire city like a man possessed.
He went to the translation agency Meredith freelanced for. The manager regretfully told him she'd collected all the payments owed to her and left the team chat the previous week. He went to her old university, but the staffer at the alumni office had no information that could help him find her. He even tried to check airline and train booking systems. But those records were private, and without a police report or a subpoena, he couldn't trace her movements. He skipped every management meeting.
On the fourth morning of his search, Bridget strode into his office. "What the hell is going on with you, Vincent?" She slammed a document onto his desk, looking furious. "The second-phase agreement with Sutton Group has
