Elise's pov

"That's David Morrison," I whispered, staring at the enhanced image on the screen. "Marcus's personal assistant."

The face was unmistakable now that I could see it clearly. David Morrison, the quiet, efficient man who had worked for Marcus for the past five years. The one who scheduled his meetings, managed his calendar, brought him coffee exactly how he liked it.

The one who had access to everything in Marcus's life.

Including me.

"I see him almost every day at the ...