GOMES POV —
Another long, boring day at the company. I felt like I deserved an Oscar for surviving each day. But, for once, something interesting had happened.
Before the day ended, just as I had predicted, Priscilla had gathered all the information on Trent.
With a smile, I told her to document it and mail it to my house. Yes, surprise, surprise, the mail still worked. And she would have given it to me directly, but I had already sent her to represent me at a conference I had forgotten the name of.
She reminded me that I had to go there today, so it was only fair that I sent her instead.
I took the mail and drove through the huge metal gates of the mansion. Over the years, I had become quite established and, out of boredom, built several mansions around America.
I had a couple i
