“James, your source just checked in, you might want to hear this.”

James barely looked up from the file he was reading through. “It better be good Lucas.”

“It is,” Lucas, his assistant said, closing the door behind him and walking briskly into the office. He pulled out a sealed brown envelope and tossed it into James’s desk.

“Someone's been asking questions about you, about a woman.”

James lifted the envelope slowly, his eyes looking curious.

“A woman?”

“Yes,” ...