DAVE
“Boss, we picked up something interesting from the bug in his office,” Pedro’s voice crackled through the phone.
I glanced up from the saucepan, meeting Elara’s curious gaze. She was standing by the island, washing fruit with a focused expression. Instead of having the chef prepare dinner, I had decided to cook for us tonight, and unexpectedly, Elara insisted on helping.
“What did you find?” I asked, turning off the stove.
Pedro didn’t hesitate. “Cedric has a shipment coming into the country. The way he’s going about it—avoiding customs, keeping everything under wraps—I’d bet anything it’s not legal.”
I moved to the kitchen island, leaning against it as I processed the information. Elara paused what she was doing, clearly listening in.
“If we cut off his supply chain, it’ll cri
