Nox

"They're watching her every move," Isaac reported.

I gripped the cell phone tighter as I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the desk—so much for concentrating on Demetri Enterprises. That was all right. Oren was in the office down the hall, doing what I should be attending to. For the first time I could recall, his help didn't seem suffocating or intrusive. As much as I'd always hated to admit it, my father did know the ins and outs of Demetri Enterprises. I ...