It was a text from Maren.

*They are waiting near the security desk,* the message read.

*Two men in grey suits.*

I took a deep breath as the numbers on the display ticked down.

Five.

Four.

Three.

The elevator slowed, coming to a smooth stop.

The doors slid open to reveal the bright, limestone lobby of the building.

The two men were standing near the glass entrance, their eyes fixed on the elevator bank.

One of them carried a leather briefcase, and the other was checking his watch.

They looked up as I stepped out onto the marble floor.

I took a step forward.

My heels clicked against the white limestone.

The two men in the grey suits turned their heads in unison.

But before I could reach them, the executive elevator behind me chimed.

The doors slid open with a soft hiss.

Graham stepped out.

His lawyer, Richard Vance, was right beside him.

Graham looked pale, his tie slightly loosened at his collar.

He saw me, and his eyes narrowed.

“Arden,” he said, his voice carrying across the empty lobby.