Philip
As I sat on the hotel's third floor, engaged in a meeting and enjoying a cup of coffee, my attention was drawn to Sarah and Jane, visible through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Positioned in the open-air restaurant nestled within the garden below, I had a clear line of sight of my ex-wife.
Moments later, Bronn Martin appeared, clutching a bouquet. Witnessing Sarah accept the floral gesture with evident delight, I couldn't help but clench my jaw.
"President Cornell?" The private investigator I had hired pulled me from my reverie.
"Boss?" echoed Alex, detecting my distraction.
Snapping back to attention, I turned to face them. "My apologies. What were you saying?"
Clearing his throat, the investigator continued, "Here are the files you requested. According to my source
