~ Lucien ~
I have always believed that information is the only currency that truly matters. In the circles I run in, secrets aren't just hidden; they are buried under layers of corporate litigation and non-disclosure agreements. But I’ve made a career out of unearthing what men like Adrian Vale want forgotten.
For weeks, I had sensed a shift. Since that night, Seraphina hadn’t just been avoiding me—she had been retreating. My surveillance on her had flagged a pattern of isolation: missed charity luncheons, canceled appointments, and a complete withdrawal from the social circuit she usually navigated with mechanical grace. But it was the medical inquiry that finally tripped the wire.
Two days ago, my assistant, Marcus, flagged a digital footprint. A private appointment at a clinic in the
