In the week since Sandy and I caught up at Claude’s and he filled me in on some details surrounding Steven and Sophie Marris and Ferdinand, I had barely slept. Going to the office each day and pretending to be the flippant, self-assured arsehole I was normally, took all my strength. Going home to Ebony each night was the only thing that kept me sane.
The office was locked when I got out of the elevator. Ferdinand wasn’t sitting at his desk, no lights were on. It had been so long since I was the first to open the office that I had to check the notes in my phone for the alarm code. I stood in the centre of the reception space wondering what I should do first. Flicking on the light switch near the door illuminated the entire office: reception, the kitchen, my office, the meeting room. Seeing
