Nathan sat back in his chair, his fingers tapping the desk in a slow rhythm. His eyes remained fixed on the design Elena had just handed him. Something about it bothered him—something that felt all too familiar.

He reached for his phone and hit speed dial to call his assistant, Samon.

"Hello, Mr. Nathan?" came Samon’s voice on the other end.

"I need you to look into someone," Nathan said plainly.

"Who?"

"Elena."

There was a pause. "Elena who?"

Nathan narrowed his eyes, studying the ...