Rose’s POV

No sooner did Victor hang up than a door opened, and a man with a file in a thick, old-fashioned binder walked in. Not a single greeting, not a question—but a swift transaction. The man deposited the files on the tabletop, nodded at Victor, and proceeded out. The door clicked shut.

I sat with a combination of both disgust and amusement as I observed the scene unfold. “You do have a guy for everything, don’t you?”

Victor brushed away my dig, opening the file on the ...