DAMIEN
“Doesn’t it look strange?” I said, looking at Jeremy closely. He was quiet, and I knew what he was doing—analyzing it.
His eyes squinted as he brought the paper closer to his face.
The fact that he didn’t say anything put me on the edge.
“Jeremy,” I called out, and he looked my way, straightening himself.
“It is strange,” Jeremy spoke up. “The fact that there’s no way there could be two original documents makes me suspect foul play.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sebastian doesn’t show up at your father’s meeting, and all of a sudden, a strange man bumps into you, leaving an envelope with your name on it,” Jeremy said with his eyes on it. “Nothing screams foul play better than that. They clearly wanted you to find it.”
“But why?” I asked.
“I have this theory that they just want to p
