I barely slept.
The photograph sat on my bedside table, and I kept looking at it as though staring long enough would force it to explain itself.
11:40 AM.
Not 11:40 PM.
That one detail had changed everything.
Someone had taken that photograph while the meeting was happening.
Someone had been inside Romano Enterprises.
Watching my father.
Watching Luca.
Watching Adrian.
Watching Richard Romano.
Watching Elliot Hayes.
Five people.
One photograph.
And now, eighteen years later, someone was watching me.
I couldn't convince myself that was a coincidence.
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By eight the next morning, I was back at Romano Enterprises.
I went straight to security.
The same officer from before looked up.
"Miss Williams."
"I need something."
He sighed.
"I was afraid you'd say that."
"I need
