The next morning, Elena arrived at Ashbourne earlier than usual. She was in a better mood than she had been over the past few days, and even the furtive glances from the shared work area did not slow her steps. News about the Grand Meridian had flooded social media since the night before, yet no one knew who the woman and child who had appeared on the top floor were. The footage had been filmed from too far away, showing only silhouettes, their faces almost impossible to make out.
Diana stood outside her office and watched Elena walk past before giving a cold laugh. She had already sent people to investigate first thing that morning, but the only answer they received was that the Grand Meridian refused to disclose its client’s identity. The less she could find out, the more irritated she
