Tuesday — 2:34 p.m.
Ava's POV
“Please tell me somebody finally figured out who Sofia Marquez is.”
Dad glanced up as Blaze and I entered his office.
“Afternoon to you too, Princess.”
“Afternoon, Dad. Now, Sofia?”
Blaze chuckled behind me.
“Straight to business.”
“Somebody has to be efficient around here.”
True stood beside Dad's desk, reviewing her phone. Morgan occupied one of the chairs.
“Collins called about twenty minutes ago,” True explained.
“The business registration is legitimate.”
“What's the business?” I asked.
“Marquez Medical Consulting.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Subtle.”
Morgan smiled faintly.
“According to the filing, it provided administrative support and medical logistics consulting.”
“Provided?” Blaze asked.
“That's how the business described its services,”
