Elara's POV
"Grant."
"Ian Vance came to my building this morning."
A pause. Liam didn't say anything unless it needed to be said.
"How far did he get?"
"The lobby. Ivy handled it."
"But…."
"He left a card." I turned my pen over on the desk once. "With his personal number. Said to tell me he knows."
The line was quiet for a moment. Outside my window the afternoon light had gone flat, the gold drained out of the skyline while I'd been sitting here.
"And?" Liam said.
"And nothing. He left."
"Elara."
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said. "Same place. Eight o'clock."
There was a brief silence.
"Alright," he said.
The call ended.
I set the phone down and looked at it for a moment. Then I looked at the drawer. I pulled the contract back in front of me and picked up my pen.
Ian was pla
