~Nathaniel
I leaned back in my leather chair, staring at the mountain of paperwork on my desk. It had been three days of nonstop meetings, calls, and chaos. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, reminding me I hadn’t had a moment to breathe.
Just as I reached for my coffee, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, seeing one of my men’s names flashing on the screen.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice edged with exhaustion.
“Sir, just checking in. Have you had the chance to visit that address we found for Miss Shakira?”
I let out a long sigh, rubbing my temples. Shakira. That name. That damned mask. It had haunted me for days, and every time I thought about pursuing it, something else came up.
“No,” I snapped, sharper than I intended. “Something came up, as usual. Maybe some other
