MICHEAL'S POV:
The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study, casting long shadows across the room. I sat at my desk, my laptop open and a flurry of documents scattered around me. Each file contained fragments of information about the benefactor—names, companies, and connections—but none of them fit together yet. The photograph i had uncovered the previous day, showing my father and the benefactor in the same frame, lay at the center of the chaos, drawing my attention like a gravitational force. I had just found of that my father was connected to the benefactor.
I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. My thoughts were anything but calm. The revelation had shaken him to the core, and yet, it spurred him on. If my father had ties to this man, what did that mean for him and his family?
