I stared at the young man in front of me, trying to read his face. Then, suddenly, a quiet, shaky laugh slipped from my lips—the kind that escapes when something sounds too wild to believe.
It was the first time I had laughed in hours, and it felt strange on my tongue. I kept staring, hoping he'd break into a smile and say he was joking. But he didn't. His face remained calm, unreadable.
My smile slowly disappeared. "Wait... you're not joking, are you?"
He shook his head. "No."
I blinked. "Lewis Grey?" I asked, stunned. "I mean... sure, I know him to be a lot of things, but this? This is way off the charts."
The young man chuckled. "Well, Lewis Grey, aside from who you think he is, runs a top-level security intelligence agency. One of the most powerful private firms in the world. We'r
