Adriano

“Are you ready, honey?” I asked my wife Azalea as I straightened my tie in front of the mirror.

“Yes, I’m all dressed,” she replied, walking toward me. Her black business dress fit her perfectly, making her look both professional and stunning.

For weeks now, I had been searching for Alex with no luck. My men couldn’t find a trace of him anywhere. I even put some of my people inside his company, hoping they would tell me if he showed up. But that clever ...