The edges of the page trembled in my hands. None of it made sense. My parents were supposed to have died in an accident. That’s what everyone told me. So why were their names in the chairman’s private records? Why did he have files on them at all?

The sound of footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. I shoved the folder back into the drawer but kept the picture hidden in my pocket. The door creaked open as someone entered the room.I ducked behind the table, my heart pounding as Vivian ...