Dominic’s POV
It’s strange how easily a man can disappear.
Six months ago, I was a ghost. There no records, no name, no trace. Now, I’m standing under the gilded archway of Edenhall Academy, shaking hands and smiling like any other hired consultant.
The irony isn’t lost on me. The school belongs to a trust partially funded by Stanley Smith, my stepbrother, the man whose sins I’ve been uncovering piece by piece.
And today, I’ve been hired to clean up his mess. “Mr. Cole,” the headmistress says, offering her hand. “Thank you for coming so quickly. The board speaks very highly of you.”
“Happy to help,” I reply, keeping my expression calm. The false name, Damian Cole still feels foreign in my mouth, but it works. New ID, new background, spotless credentials courtesy of a few well-placed d
