LOGINDamienLast night, I couldn't close my eyes.Not really. I'd drift, then jerk back awake, my mind already chewing on the same two words before I even had time to think. Victor Hale. Victor Hale. A part of me kept drawing closer to it, like a pull I didn't ask for. And my heart ached every time I met the name anywhere. An article. A footnote. A passing mention.At some point, I found myself standing in the corridor, pressing my knuckles flat against the wall. I said it out loud. Victor Hale. Then again. Like I was testing the weight of it. Like I needed to confirm something my body already knew.Something about it had lodged inside me. Deep. I didn't know how to explain it. I still don't.So I went back to my desk. Sat down, opened the browser. And typed his name.*******There was a lot. He really made history.Victor Hale wasn't some obscure figure. Sixty years he'd run his operation—property, private equity, the kind of wealth that doesn't need to announce itself. I found photograph
Damien I made sure not to tell Rose I had hired someone to spy for me. I had sourced my way through half the city before I found Howe. Everyone who mentioned his name sounded like they did not want to be connected to him for too long afterward. That was enough for me to know he was probably the right choice. I had not mentioned him to anyone, including Sefa. I met him alone and discussed what I needed him to do for me. And after my short research, I found out I had made the right choice. He was remarkably professional. Too observant, too. I gave him two assignments. First… to find Serena Whitmore for me since the last source had failed horribly at that. I had no idea Serena was that good at burning all traces of herself. Every address led nowhere. Every number was dead. Every trail disappeared just when it felt close enough to touch. The second was to find out who was behind a shell company called Ancora Capital in Geneva. I said nothing about how the two might connect. Becau
SerenaEli was four months old and had recently found ways to entertain himself and associate with nature.I, on the other hand, was trying to figure out something.Victor had left me more than I thought I could handle. And I was still trying to figure things out to be kept in place. It left me with no choice, moving in the spaces between meetings and reports and the daily work of understanding what I had been given.Hale Group International.I recently got it registered with that name. It was initially suggested by Hoffmann. And I figured he was right, and so I kept it.************The legal team was set as they appeared first. It consisted of three people from each sector. Fortunately, none with a prior association to the Hale name that had been built without my involvement.This was new. I got them sourced through Marcus, vetted through my lawyer, interviewed by me across weeks until I had the three I trusted.The security director was a woman. Former corporate intelligence. She d
DamienI drove back from the facility with different kinds of emotions. Sadness. Confusion. Excitement. Anger and silence.Sefa sat in the passenger seat and said nothing for the first hour, which I was very grateful for. I had no idea how I was going to react or what I was going to say if he asked anything. Besides, there was nothing to say that would have improved on the silence.We had agreed on the next thing to do before we left the building. It included all legal process, the formal application to have the guardianship reviewed, the documentation that would need to be filed. All of it was clear and manageable and would take time. I had him convinced that I understood everything perfectly and that I would be in touch.Then I got into my car and drove away.The motorway stretched endlessly ahead of me. Grey sky. Wet roads. Long empty spaces between cars. I drove for almost forty minutes before I realised the radio had been playing softly the entire time. I turned it off.Zara had
DamienI was serious about finding out what was really happening. The first time I got to the hospital, they turned me away at reception. It was kind of disheartening, but I wasn't one to give up that soon.Their main reason was that visitor access required advance arrangement with the patient or their legal guardian. They took privacy and safeguarding seriously. The receptionist was very sorry she could not be more helpful.She was not unkind. I figured she was just doing her job. Though disappointed, I still stood my grounds. I stood at the desk for quite some time. And when I felt my foot sore, I left to my car.I sat in the car park for a while. The facility was a low grey building set back from a road that didn't get much traffic.My thoughts were foggy. I gave in, and then I drove two hundred miles home.I called a lawyer from the motorway. Not anyone connected to anything Rose had access to. At least one I trusted. I told him what I had. And he asked me to bring the birth recor
Damien The flat was very quiet when I woke up. Rose wasn't around. I had called the lawyer and left a message. He wouldn't call back until eight, and I had nothing to do with the hours between. I poured a drink and did not touch it. I took my time to search for an old document. And when I got hold of it, I opened it along with the registry documents again and looked at my own name at the top of the transfer and closed them. I got up to stretch and found myself at the window for a while and watched the street below. I wasn't going to sleep again. Nor for now. I went to the spare room. Not to find anything specific. But just moving around. My eyes landed on a box that was on the top shelf of the wardrobe. I had not looked at it directly in years. I knew it was there. But I don't recall opening it. Though I moved it twice this year without opening it. Rose had told me the content of it. What it was when my mother died. I still had the urge to take it out and verify t
Serena It took me three days to build something that was mine, and I found myself an apartment with Victor's assistance. He said that was the least he could do out of gratitude for saving his life. The apartment smelled faintly familiar. I stood in the middle of it with my bag on the floor and t
SerenaThe moment I finally escaped the hospital, I hurriedly left to the hotel where I had few belongings and a stack of cash along with all my cards. I hurriedly rushed off to the airport for my flight.The boarding gate was quiet at that hour.I kept my head down and my pace even and handed over
Serena"Serena."His voice came through the door before he did.Just my name. Nothing else. But the way he said it — rough and unravelling at the edges, the voice of a man who had been holding something together for hours and was finally alone enough to let it slip, did something to my chest I did
SerenaI waited till the door shut before I opened my eyes.I didn't move yet. Not yet. I'm not so sure she has left the hospital, and no one will come in anytime soon.For close to a minute, I held my breath and exhaled once I was sure it was right to open my eyes.I took in a long and slow deep b







