Damien POV
"Position confirmed, sir. The subject just entered the café. Southwest corner table, back to the wall."
Sullivan's voice crackled through the nearly invisible earpiece as I adjusted my cufflinks—a deliberate, calming gesture. My reflection stared back at me from the tinted car window:
Daniel Grey, private security consultant. A man who belonged in Rachel's world.
My gaze shifted to the woman beside me.
Rachel sat rigid in the passenger seat, her hands twisted together in her lap. She'd barely spoken during the drive, just stared out the window while silently mouthing the cover story.
Where we met: Charity gala.
When: six months ago.
His work: Private security. International clients.
Details: Vague but confident.
She looked perfect for the role—dressed in the outfit
