Seraphina’s POV
I stood beside the large window, watching the city below.
The lights looked beautiful from this height.
But I had learned not to trust beautiful things.
Sometimes, danger came dressed in expensive clothes.
Sometimes, it smiled at you.
And sometimes, it sat across the same meeting table.
Marcus stood behind me, holding a tablet.
“We found something,” he said.
I turned.
“What?”
“Daniel Morris.” My expression changed.
“Tell me.” Marcus placed the tablet on my desk.
“We checked his recent communication records.”
“And?”
“He has been communicating with another company.”
I walked toward the desk.
“Which company?” Marcus looked at me.
“That’s the strange part.”
He turned the screen toward me.
The company was called Blackstone Holdings.
I stared at the name.
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