I followed Freya's gaze across the massive dining room. I looked past the tall crystal centerpieces, the silver cutlery, and the hundreds of wealthy guests eating their first course of roasted vegetables. I found the dark exit door located near the back corner of the grand ballroom. A man wearing a plain gray suit stood near the wall. He held a thick manila envelope under his left arm, and he was staring directly at our table with cold calculation.
My stomach tightened into a hard knot. I recognized the man in the gray suit immediately, and his presence erased the public victory we just secured with the senior board members.
"Do you know who that man is?" Freya whispered over the loud chatter of the dinner service. She kept her posture straight and her hands resting quietly in her lap, refusing to show any signs of panic to the people sitting near us.
