oncealing something-a dark, perilous secret. She tried to concentrate by massaging her temples. The easy part was supposed to be the interview. It felt different than the tense she had antic

, and the wall clock ti

just as she was ready to depart. Her heart

est for Inter

little as she opened th

Ms. C

further to say. But I've gone ahead and scheduled a private tour of Blackwood

ga

wood,

ly everything happened. Was this a chance to be nearer to him? Or a trap? She was to

glass shell of the sleek edifice reflected the clear sky as it loomed ahead. With her heels clic

Mr. Blackwood is anti

aneling and abstract artwork. The silence seemed uncanny. The receptionist led Emily past several striking offices with floor-to-ceiling windows without saying a word. Then, howe

n front of her. Bookshelves lined the walls, and a big desk with tidy

y as ever as he said, "Ms. Chase." Despite his impeccable attire, he appeared slightly

lm as she added, "Thank

n the other side. "Please sit down." In a neutral but not rude tone, he said, "I thoug

ger by inviting her here? Although she was unsure, she felt compelled to be vigilant. She leaned closer an

m. I hope it might help you comprehend what I have created here. Perhaps your perspectiv

gh. "Now, let's discu

flinch, his eyes twitched. She briefly believed she saw a glimpse of guilt, but it quickly dis

not attempting to destroy anyone's

s he leaned forward. "You have already decided on me, h

marks affected her, she bit her lip. "M

ea what you're up against. I'll do everything it takes to keep this emp

m, so she stood up. "So why do you think it's so im

n's eyes darkened. "Because the questions you're asking

e hung there. However, the tension in the room was abruptly cut off as the door banged ope

Mr. Blackwood,

nsed. "We'll discuss i

give up. "Sir, this is urg

ck to Emily. His tone abruptly became

was aware that she had no other option. She gave Damien one

vator doors closed. The message

too far. Don't claim t