The next morning, i woke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of Michael on the phone. I made my way to the kitchen, where he was pacing with a mug in hand, his voice low and urgent.
"...Yes, I understand. But we need this done quickly. Vanessa won't sit idly by. She'll make her move soon."
He ended the call and turned to see me standing in the doorway. "Good morning," he said, softening. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't," i replied, pouring myself a glass of orange juice. "Any updates?"
Michael nodded. "The investigator we hired has uncovered a few more leads. It's not enough to bring her down yet, but we're getting closer."
I took a sip of my juice, my mind already racing with possibilities. "What's the next step?"
