oice was low, the gentle smile he'd worn while watc

e Curry, nodded. "Yes, sir. All information regarding you and Ms

'Captain Harmon Chandler' identity to be flawless. AeroLux personnel files, payroll, flight logs. Make it airtight

he salary will be wired from your personal account, routed through a thi

Manhattan. When it stopped in the private garage beneath the gleaming Chandler Group t

propped her phone on the kitchen counter and video-cal

and, wiggling her ring

To who? Not that billionaire you're always co

tory, ending with the most important part. "And he's not the billionair

mixture of shock and suspicion. The sound of f

security number? Have you met his family?" Tessa

ized how little she actually knew. "It was lov

etter than to argue with Erin when she was in this state. "Okay. Ju

though she thought Tes

of doubt had been planted. Tess

the keyboard. This is stupid, she thought, but ty

er. But then she saw it. A link to an open-access employee forum for

clic

, smiling for the camera. And there, in the back row,

aptain Chandler is definitely the

placed by a warm, foolish grin.

yde Curry, who used a long-dormant account to upload the pre-prepared photo

e stood before Harmon's desk. "Sir, her friend raised suspicions. We've handl

loor-to-ceiling window. He ju

filled with photos of Erin. From her awkward mi

in two braids, a gap-toothed smile on her face at some long-forgotten

per. "Have the PR department look into her design s

n remained neutra

the smiling girl. "An investment. I want my wife,