Richard's POV
Richard Wolfe had spent most of his life learning one simple truth.
Secrets were only valuable as long as they remained hidden.
The moment a secret became known, it transformed into a liability.
That was why powerful people protected information more fiercely than they protected money.
Money could be recovered.
Reputations could be repaired.
But the wrong truth, revealed at the wrong time, could destroy everything.
Richard stood in front of the large windows of his private study, staring at the sprawling city below.
The view usually brought him satisfaction.
Today, it brought nothing.
His attention remained fixed on the file resting on the desk behind him.
A thin file.
Far too thin for his liking.
Especially considering it belonged to Nina Carter.
Five years.
