His towering figure leaned against the sofa, motionless.
The first glimmer of dawn streamed in through the window, illuminating the dimly lit office room.
It cast upon Chester Yale's chiseled, perfect face, shading it with a layer of holy light and outlining his captivating features.
He stared at the information on the table, his dark eyes enveloped in an enigmatic glow.
In the vast office room, so quiet that even the sound of his heartbeat could be heard, Chester didn't know how long he had been sitting alone when the cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
His eyes flickered momentarily, and he picked it up for a quick glance—news headlines had been pushed as messages.
After spotting the contents, his pupils tightened, and he clicked to open the news.
What caught his eyes was a photo of Evelyn Sherman standing shoulder to shoulder with a man at the entrance of a TV station, taken stealthily from behind and exposed online.
