The plan was in motion, and for the first time in weeks, Adriana felt the flicker of control in her grasp. The lines she had been following had finally converged into something tangible. There were risks, of course—there always were when playing with people like Eleanor Sinclair—but this felt like a gamble worth taking.
Her fingers still tingled from the call. She hadn’t expected the response to be so swift, but when you knew the right people, access came easily. Marco had always kept her at arm’s length when it came to the depths of his business dealings, but she wasn’t that naive girl anymore. She knew how to dig, how to make the right inquiries without raising suspicion.
The door opened, and Marco stepped into the penthouse, his sharp suit as immaculate as ever. He looked worn, the we
