ВойтиDamienI sat still at my desk with pieces of paper scattered before me. Yes, I now had proof. For days now, I had it before I use it.You want to know what that feels like? Holding something that could blow your entire life apart — and choosing not to. Instead, you're choosing to wait. Every morning, I told myself: today. Every night, I put the papers back in the drawer.When I first gathered this evidence, I wasn't sure of my reaction. I ended up carrying it to work and carrying it home for days. Back and forth. To say I'm not impressed would be a lie. Rose had been the warmest she had ever been in her life. Wow. I was wondering what was going on in her mind.Was she scared? Confident? Did she think I was stupid?I got documents from Dieter, which Howe had sourced through a different route. They were specific enough that no lawyer would dismiss them.Alteration traces on two of the signed documents. Notary records that did not match the dates on the filings. Fortunately for me — han
SerenaFor a second, I was taken aback by her bold suggestion. She did not ask me first whether I wanted them. She just called and looked back at me with seriousness.“I have set up a meeting. Here is the address.” She handed me a piece of paper with the day and time. I nodded and did as she said. I went because she was right. I needed different people around me.After that dinner, I realized Victor had been right about her. She was indeed one of the few whose instincts I was going to trust.The first person I met was a forensic accountant named Dieter. He looked to be in his mid-sixties, Swiss. He shook my hand and sat down and asked me to describe the document irregularities I was aware of, then listened for close to an hour without even jotting anything down, which I found unsettling at first. Not until I realized he was really paying attention to every piece of information.Every time I stopped to think, he waited. Calmly. Not impatient, not distracted. I'm just watching me with t
SerenaI was supposed to meet a visitor today. Her name is Mara Voss. I hurriedly finished everything just to meet her. Twenty-five minutes later, I got a call stating that I had a visitor. And I guess she was in.The way she held her head up and walked nearly tripping made me admire her confidence, as that did not stop her. She noticed me noticing, and it amused her.I rushed off to offer her a warm welcome as we shared pleasantries and took our seats. The last time, she sat across the conference table at the first Hale board meeting I attended and introduced herself as a former foreign correspondent, current nuisance, which made two of the older advisors smile in accordance with how eloquently she delivered every speech.She was on the board at Victor's personal request. He added her three years ago and wrote a note in the file that stated that she was someone I could fully trust with everything.In bold fonts with red ink it stated:"Mara will tell you the truth when everyone else
RoseI have tried countless times to find Serena. She really is one smart woman. I had no idea she would make finding her this difficult. And neither could I fight Serena Whitmore with money anymore. Not now. She was way above me.That had been my first clear thought after the call with my ‘friend’. With the Hale estate behind her, she had reach I could not match directly. Legal resources. Financial structure. The kind of institutional credibility that took decades to build — or, apparently, one dying man on a plane.What I had was simpler. And more durable.Damien.It was not his love. I had stopped getting my hopes up about that a few years ago, around the time I understood that love was not the lever. Proximity was.Damien was already running parallel to me. I could feel it in the small hesitations and awkward silences. I knew for sure he was up to something. Maybe building something he thought I could not see.I needed to get in front of it before he did. And that was why I chose
DamienLast 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
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
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 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







