KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I am sitting in my office at the company, surrounded by piles of documents and spreadsheets that I no longer even try to understand.
The day dragged on, and the only thing that seems to occupy my mind now is the information that Ravi, the investigator, sent this morning.
The information about Scarlett. I placed everything in a folder at the mansion, promising myself that I would wait until I got there to look at it calmly.
But the truth is, curiosity is consuming me.
Since Scarlett entered my life, I can't stop thinking about her.
What is she hiding? What are her secrets?
I look at the computer screen in front of me, my fingers hovering over the mouse.
An impulse overtakes me, and I click on the folder with her name.
My hands are strangely tense as I navigate thr
