The Honesty Clause

CALLA'S POV

The sharp knock on my apartment door came at exactly nine on Tuesday morning. A private courier stood in the dim hallway, holding a thick manila envelope. It bore a Wolfe Enterprises return address and my name, written in neat, administrative handwriting.

Kaelen operated exactly as he had promised in the car. Efficient. Precise. No wasted motion between a decision and its execution.