ACE
There was absolutely nothing wrong with her going to the garden. It was just that I couldn’t have anyone tainting the memories of my mother. That garden was the only piece of her we could still see, touch, and feel.
I stared at my office door, waiting for the person who had knocked to come in.
It was Clara—my assistant at the Mason Enterprise. So far, she’d lasted longer than the others I had already fired.
“Sir,” she greeted, walking straight to my desk. "I found it," she said, her voice smooth and sultry.
"The shortlist of companies responsible for stirring up those protesters. I’m ninety percent sure it’s Cranes Electronics. They’ve got motive, access, and just the right amount of subtlety to pull it off without leaving too many breadcrumbs."
I flipped through the documents,
