Adrian
I didn't sleep after that call. I sat in my study through the rest of the night, staring at the documentation Ryder had assembled, watching the pieces I'd been reluctant to fully connect finally lock into a shape I could no longer pretend not to see.
Rachel Torres. I'd approved her promotion to VP of Finance myself, four years ago, impressed by her precision, her careful attention to detail, the kind of financial discipline that made her exactly the right person to trust with discretionary fund oversight. I'd sat at her engagement dinner eight months ago, raised a toast to her and Damien, genuinely happy for my cousin, genuinely relieved to see him settling into something that looked like real happiness after years of watching him drift through relationships that never seemed to s
