Anderson
The morning after the meeting with Davis, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. My usual instincts, honed over years of dealing with the business world’s sharks, were screaming at me. But no matter how much I tried to ignore it, the nagging sensation refused to go away. Davis wasn’t just another player, he was someone with deep ties to my life, Kate’s past. And that, more than anything, made my skin crawl.
I spent the next few hours digging through old files and financial records. My desk was piled with papers and scattered notes, evidence of my obsession. One after another, I flipped through documents, tracing connections between Kate, Davis, and every little detail that might link them together. Photos, receipts, old event invitations, anything that could provid
