~ Adrian ~
“Is this all of them?” I asked. My voice sounded like dry parchment rubbing together. I didn’t look up from the mahogany surface of my desk.
Miller, my head of security, stood perfectly still. He was a man I paid to be a ghost, a professional shadow in a world of high-gloss surfaces and higher-stakes lies. He nudged a manila envelope toward me. It slid across the polished wood with a soft, mocking hiss. “The latest from the sweep, sir. Found on the device we recovered. High-resolution, long-distance. They never knew they were being watched.”
“They,” I repeated. I didn’t want to acknowledge the plural. I didn’t want to admit there was a ‘they’ that included my wife and the man currently dismantling my board of directors. I reached for the envelope. My fingers were trembling—no
