Sebastain
I sit in my office, leaning back in my chair, the city skyline sprawling out in front of me through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The room is quiet, but my thoughts are anything but calm. My fingers drum against the polished wood of my desk as I replay yesterday's events in my mind.
I can’t help but smile, a small, almost triumphant curve of my lips.
My plan is falling together perfectly.
It’s almost laughable how easy it was to get Christopher out of the picture, at least temporarily.
One strategic phone call to a friend—a perfect fake investor—a perfectly timed opportunity dangled in front of him like bait, and he was gone.
Off to New York, chasing what he thinks is the deal of a lifetime.
“Fool,” I mutter to myself.
But my thoughts drift from Christopher almost immedi
