Zander
The envelope remained outside my door for nearly twenty minutes before Michael allowed anyone to touch it.
That was the part that made the whole situation feel unreal. Six armed security officers stood inside and outside my penthouse, every camera in the building was being reviewed, and my private elevator had been shut down remotely, yet a plain white envelope sitting on the hallway floor had managed to bring everyone to a standstill. Gina stayed near the kitchen island with Lilo held tightly against her chest, while Uncle Giorgos paced in front of the windows, muttering in Greek under his breath. I could tell from the few words I caught that none of what he was saying belonged in polite company. For once, I agreed with every curse.
Michael’s team photographed the envelope from
