Dorian requested a private meeting three days after the summit, arriving at Vance Enterprises' offices without the usual entourage, just himself and a slim leather folder he set carefully on the conference table like it contained something he'd thought hard about sharing.
"I did some digging," he said, without preamble, once Elena and Alexander had both joined him. "After our conversation at the summit, and after hearing — through channels I won't bore you with — that Vance Enterprises has been quietly dealing with a rather serious problem involving a man named Dominic Cross."
Alexander's expression sharpened instantly. "What do you know about him?"
"More than I'd like," Dorian said. "Cross tried something similar with Thorne Capital eighteen months ago. Slow, patient pressure on people
