Cassidy received Dave’s message and headed straight to his office. The moment she knocked on the door, he was already there. His eyes met hers, and he seemed startled, as though he was somewhere far away, deep in thought.
“Just came to check if you were back,” Cassidy said, her voice light but with a hint of curiosity. “The client is waiting for us in the presentation room along with the team.”
Dave took a moment before responding. His mind was elsewhere, still reeling from the letter he had just read. The words were clear, simple, and terrifying. Someone wanted Henry dead, but who would go to such lengths? And, more importantly, why?
“I’ll meet you there in a bit,” Dave finally said, forcing a smile. His head was spinning as he tried to make sense of it all. The idea that someone would
