"Have you identified any of them?" Rebecca finally asked after a few moments of contemplation.She turned to the blonde, inquisitive. "Do you know who they are?"Camille nodded absentmindedly, pulling a folder from the envelope. "I've got files on each of them. Names, addresses, routines. It's not complete, but it's enough to start." Turning she handed the folder to Rebecca, who opened it and began to scan the contents. The information was detailed, meticulously organized, the product of hours of research and analysis. Camille had been working hard, harder than Rebecca had realized."You've been busy," Rebecca observed, her voice carrying a note of grudging admiration.Camille's grin retuned, more wicked than her last ones. "I told you Becky.." she crooned, feeling as smug as a chesire cat, “I'm very, very good at my job."Rebecca set the folder down, her mind already turning over the possibilities. "What's your plan?"Camille's expression shifted, and her eyes took on that blank alm

Camille's expression shifted, her face grimacing like she ate something bad.She was quiet for a moment, her gaze fixed on the road ahead."The police are..." She paused, searching for the right words. "The police are involved. But they're limited in what they can do.” She waved a hand Infront of her face, listing. “They have too many constraints and too many damn rules. Besides they're slow as fuck and can't move as fast as I need them to." She groused."So you're working outside the system.""I'm working smarter than the system." Camille's corrected sternly, that hint of defensiveness creeping into her voice. "I've been tracking this bastard for ages Becky! And I know his patterns, his methods, his weaknesses. I know him better than any cop ever will. And I'm not going to let some bureaucratic laptop stand in the way of catching him."Rebecca was quiet, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. Obviously, she knew that Camille was operating on the fringes and had suspected that he

In ten minutes time, he arrived at the company by 8:30 am on the dot. He used his private elevator and in moment, the doors slide open onto the executive floor with a soft chime. Chantel was waiting for him, as she always was, her posture as composed as ever. She was dressed in a crisp yellow pant suit that ofsetted her platinum hair fashionably and ber tablet was tucked under her arm.She smiled when she saw him, eyes warm as he stepped out to meet her.“Good morning Chantel." "Good morning, Noah," she replied, falling into step beside him as they walked toward his office. "You're in early.""I have a lot on my mind," he admitted, his voice carrying a note of something that might have been sheepishness. "I wanted to get a head start."Chantel's eyes flickered to him, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. She didn't press, simply nodded and began to run through his schedule for the day."You have a meeting with the legal team at ten," she said, her voice brisk and professional. "They w

"You can't do that," he said, his voice carrying a note of barely restrained fury. "You can't just-"But Noah didn't really care for Michael's response to this.He had said what he came to say, had drawn his line in the sand, and now he was done.He turned on his heel and walked out of the office exactly the way he came, the door banging behind him with a thud and cutting off whatever Michael had been about to say. As he stood outside there, Noah felt all of his decisions immediately weigh on him.Because what the hell had he done?To himself, he wouldn't lie. The threat to Chen's position had been a spur of the moment thing. A flash of anger, a surge of frustration, the words tumbling out before he had fully processed them. But now that he had said them, now that the words were out in the world, he had to follow through. He couldn't back down. He couldn't show weakness. He had drawn his line, and he had to stand by it.Consequences be damned!His heart was pounding, a rapid rhy

Noah's grin widened, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. "I can do that. I can absolutely do that.""Good." Evelyn squeezed his fingers, then gently pulled her hand back. "Now, I should probably let you get back to work. You have a company to run, and apparently, a board member to figure out how to handle."Noah's expression sobered slightly at the reminder. "Right. That."Evelyn's eyes softened. "You'll figure it out. You always do.""With a little help," he said, his voice carrying a note of gratitude."With a little help," she agreed. Then she tilted her head, her expression shifting into something more thoughtful. "Actually, I think I'll stay a bit longer. The things I have to do aren't urgent. They can wait."Noah blinked, caught off guard by the offer. "You don't have to-’"I know I don't have to." Evelyn settled back into the chair across from his desk, crossing her legs with an easy grace. "I want to