Sebastian
The room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight. My security team and private investigator sit around me, their expressions hard and focused.
These are men I trust, men who get results. My fingers drum on the table as I glance at each of them.
“I need you to find someone,” I say, my voice sharp, commanding. “Her name is Elizabeth. She’s… a friend.”
One of the men raises an eyebrow. “Who is she, boss? What’s her story?”
“She’s a friend,” I repeat firmly, not wanting to explain further.
“Just find her. But do not engage. If you see her, if you find anything, you call me immediately. Is that clear?”
They nod in unison, murmuring their agreements before getting up to leave the room.
The door closes behind them, and silence falls.
I sit back in my chair, the weight in my ches
