The rain had stopped.
Morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hale Tower, illuminating the top floor where no employee was allowed without Victor Hale's permission.
The executive office was vast and silent.
Dark wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with books that few people had ever seen Victor read. Expensive paintings decorated the room, and behind a massive mahogany desk stood a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city.
To anyone else, it looked like the office of one of the country's most successful businessmen.
Only Victor knew what lay hidden beneath its polished surface.
He walked slowly toward his desk.
Waiting there was a black leather folder.
He sat down and opened it.
Inside were two original birth certificates.
He picked up the first one
