I paced back and forth in my room, the walls closing in with every step. The exchange between Patrick and Jack replayed in my mind like a bad dream I couldn’t shake. I thought I had walked into a simple breakfast, but instead, I found myself in the middle of a battlefield—with two men who apparently had more history than they cared to admit. And I was the unwilling referee.
I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t think clearly. Every time I tried to piece it together, the story unravelled further. Embezzlement? Betrayal? Jack, Patrick’s boss? How had I gone this long without knowing?
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I hesitated, then crossed the room and opened it, expecting housekeeping. Instead, Jack stood there, his expression a mixture of tension and determination. I did not
