The Art of Defense

The doctor said one week of bed rest. No stress, feet up, strict orders. I didn’t even make it twenty-four hours

Eighteen hours in, Desmond Croft went for the kill shot. The Satos called, but Chloe reached me first. Her voice was already fraying when she rang at nine. “Mrs. Di Falco? We’ve got a problem. The Satos just reached out. Croft’s offering them exclusive representation, free authenticatio