The anonymous envelope remained open on Adrian's desk.
He had read the message at least ten times.
You were never the target. You were only the distraction.
The photograph beside it disturbed him even more.
Two little girls stood outside a hospital, smiling at someone behind the camera.
Evelyn.
Vanessa.
And in the background...
The same man who had fled the Hart Estate only hours earlier.
His assistant knocked softly.
"Mr. King?"
Adrian didn't look up.
"Come in."
She stepped inside carrying another stack of documents.
"You have three board meetings this afternoon."
"Cancel them."
She blinked.
"All of them?"
"Yes."
She hesitated.
"The directors won't be happy."
"They can survive being unhappy for one afternoon."
His assistant nodded and quietly left.
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