MY BROTHER-IN-LAW IS OBSESSED WITH ME
I murmur, "just how long before that leash snaps."
The secretary doesn't sit. He never does. He stands at the corner of my desk, sharp suit, sharper tongue, and just the faintest hesitation this time. That catches my attention more than anything.
"But," he begins, adjusting his cufflinks, "since a few days... things seem to be spiraling. Out of hand, even."
I narrow my eyes, swirling the last of my whiskey. "Speak plainly."
He breathes in, then says flatly, "Caisen Valentine's secret penthouse was burned down."