I didn’t sleep that night.

Not a single wink.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alexander Bell’s face… that calm, unreadable expression, like he was the only one who knew the end of a story I hadn’t even started.

By 5 a.m., I was wide awake, which is unusual for me, I’m not an early morning person. I sat on the edge of my bed, the offer letter lying beside my phone, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning.

If I took the job, I’d be walking straight into the ...