The black Maybach glided silently into the courtyard, its polished surface gleaming under the dim lights.

Yvonne rose immediately, hurriedly smoothing her skirt as she stepped forward to greet Samuel’s arrival. She knew better than to show even a hint of negligence.

The rear door of the car eased open, and the man emerged, his long strides decisive as he crossed the short distance to where she stood. He wore a perfectly tailored black shirt and matching slacks. ...