Elena’s POV

The last few days, I have noticed that something is off, though I cannot yet say what, and the sensation is like a prickling under the skin. I sit at my desk in the quiet of Whitmore Industries. Numbers, accounts, transfers, petty cash, all of it is there, meticulously recorded, as it should be, yet I know I did not sign off on these things, and the name of the company still bothers me. I only talked to Cole about it once. I do everything again. From the start.

I call up the ...