CONRAD
The door had barely shut behind Victor when a notification sounded from my computer.
I glanced at the screen, expecting another routine message, but when I opened the email, I immediately noticed several attachments. There were video recordings and written documents, all bearing file names that gave little indication of their contents.
My brows furrowed.
What was this supposed to be?
I turned my attention to the message and immediately recognised the sender.
Alexander Blackwell.
My irritation returned. Was he so desperate to make a point that he had decided to continue bothering me after sending that ridiculous letter? I had already dismissed his demand as an attempt to intimidate me, and I had no intention of allowing him to dictate how I handled matters concerning Silver Ho
