Edward finally picked it up.
The seal of the envelope broke with a soft sound.
His eyes moved steadily across the contents, line by line, expression unreadable at first.
Then… something shifted within him.
It wasn't shock, nor was anger.
It was recognition. Followed by something far more dangerous than curiosity.
He closed the file slowly, his fingers tapping once against the cover as his gaze drifted toward the window again.
"So," he murmured under his breath, almost to himself. "This is what they've been hiding."
A faint smile formed… as a plan formed in his mind.
And somewhere far away… unaware of what had just been set into motion…
Elena Vaughn, still playing her part.
Not knowing… The game had just changed.
The café was one of those places designed to be seen.
Soft lighting, polished interiors, quiet music humming in the background… just enough luxury to attract attention without appearing excessive. It didn't take long for people to notice them.
