His hand rested on the lower side of my back, guiding me through the bustling space to a quiet corner booth.
Alden was already waiting, a stack of papers in front of him. He looked up as we approached, his expression a mix of determination and nervous energy.
"Mr. Hartley , Mrs. Hartley ," he greeted, rising to shake our hands. "Thank you for meeting me."
"Thank you for reaching out," i said, sliding into the booth. "We understand the risk you're taking."
"It's not just about risk," Alden said, his voice firm. "It's about doing what's right. Victor has gotten away with too much for too long."
Michael nodded, his gaze steady. "Let's get to it. What do you have for us?"
