Sarah stepped into the office, her senses immediately alert. The room was spacious, the furnishings a blend of modern efficiency and classic elegance. The man who stood to greet her was not Benedict Wraith, the enigmatic figure who had initially drawn her out of retirement, but someone else entirely.
The man was tall and had an air of authority that didn"t require validation from his tailored suit or the expensive wristwatch. His eyes, sharp and assessing, met hers with an intensity that suggested he was accustomed to being in control of every room he entered. As Sarah considered him, she noticed the subtle tell-tale signs of a man who had navigated the murky waters of politics and power. "Ms. Miller, I"m Charles Sterling," he said, extending his hand. "I understand Benedict Wraith has b
