The storm had passed, leaving the city gleaming in the late afternoon sun. Marrin sat by her window, scrolling through the latest financial headlines. Derek's name appeared twice — once in praise, once in speculation. His company had "unexpected discrepancies" in recent filings.
A subtle tremor of satisfaction rippled through her. Good. The first domino falls quietly.
She was still reading when her phone vibrated. Unknown number.
CALVIN REEVES: "Dinner. Seven. The Ledger."
MARRIN: "Is that an invitation or an order?"
CALVIN: "Whichever gets you there on time."
Marrin stared at the screen, lips curving slightly. So it begins.
The Ledger was one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city — glass, brass, and quiet money. The kind of place where people made deals that never appeared
