He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

relief.

I disconnected the call before he could issue another empty threat. A soft, low chuckle drifted from across the table.

— Trouble?

The man asking was wearing a polished suit that seemed immune to the heat, exuding a quiet confidence that didn’t need to announce itself. His name was Adrian Cole, a tech magnate I had met only hours prior after a continue reading …