Veiled Intentions

Tobias shut the heavy mahogany door to Gideon’s office. The sharp click of the latch had barely echoed in the quiet corridor before his pocket vibrated. A shrill, incessant ringtone pierced the air. He pulled out the device. The caller ID flashed *Gemma Langdon*. A visceral wave of disgust twisted his features. His jaw clenched. He let it ring three more times, letting the grating sound echo again