Lena's POV
Abel came to my training session on Friday morning with a folder and the particular expression he wore when he was about to enjoy himself.
He dropped it on the table in front of me.
"Aiden Norman," he said. "Current status."
I looked at the folder. Then at him. "You're enjoying this."
"Professionally." He sat down and crossed his arms. "Open it."
The picture was not pretty.
Five contracts gone in the first week alone. Three more had quietly declined to renew in the days following, not cancelled, just not renewed, which was somehow worse because it gave Aiden nothing to push back against. You can't fight a door that simply stops opening.
His calls to the Hartley Group had gone unanswered for nine days. He'd tried going through intermediaries, two of them had called Morri
