The days passed.
On Christmas Eve, Sterling Group held its annual gala at Crownridge Convention Center across from the company headquarters. 3,000 guests mingled over drinks.
Graham bent close and spoke quietly into my ear.
"They took the bait."
I finished my drink and set the glass down with a soft tap.
"Reel it in."
When I returned to the headquarters, shattered glass covered the floor around the security booth. Someone had sprayed an irritant into the lobby security officer's face, leaving his eyes swollen and red as coworkers helped him to the medical clinic.
The elevator climbed to the 36th floor.
The door to my office stood wide open, and every light was on. Dominic sat in my chair with his feet on the desk. He wore a dark gray coat, his hair immaculate, and an excite
