But I'm the Majority Shareholder
Language: en
The day after I contacted the private investigator, a stack of glossy photographs was waiting on my desk. The face of the young woman in those pictures was one I could never forget. This entire nightmare started with a simple iced caramel macchiato. Felix had handed it to me right after he got home from work. "Your favorite," he said, his tone as casual as if it were the most natural habit in the world. I didn't take the cup. A sudden, inexplicable weight dropped in my chest. "I stopped drinking these years ago," I replied, keeping my voice perfectly level. He didn't look surprised.…