had's POV;
It had been five days since I abruptly called Stacey out of frustration and desperation, demanding to know what dirt she had dug up on Richard. Three days had passed then since our last meetup, meaning it was now over a week without our usual weekly updates. The anticipation gnawed at me like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch.
I sat in my office which was overlooking the city, the open window framing a breathtaking view of the ‘HOLLYWOOD’ sign, glimmering under the sun, a beacon for dreamers chasing fame beneath its shadow. I shifted my gaze back to the file resting before me, my heart racing with both excitement and anxiety. The revelation that awaited me felt crucial, almost pivotal.
My decision to quietly order a background check on Stacey was motivated by more than mer
