THE MAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH
Anthony couldn't stop thinking about the little boy.
It was ridiculous.
Completely ridiculous.
Yet three days later, Damien Hart still occupied an annoying amount of space inside his head.
The child had somehow managed to walk into a charity event, pitch an investment opportunity, and leave with several thousand dollars in donations.
At five years old.
Anthony should have forgotten about him immediately.
Instead, he found himself smiling whenever he remembered the conversation.
Which was deeply concerning.
"You're smiling."
Anthony looked up.
His assistant stood in the doorway.
Concerned.
Suspicious.
Possibly frightened.
Anthony immediately stopped smiling.
"I wasn't."
"You were."
"No."
"You definitely
