Romans pov :
The door closed behind Amara and I sat there for a moment staring at the screen.
Richard Moss's employee file was still open, the photo of a man who'd been gone for thirteen years looking back at me.
I should be thinking about what that meant, where to look next, how to track down someone who'd disappeared.
But for a second I was thinking about the look on her face when my assistant had touched my shoulder, the way her jaw had gone tight, the way she'd asked about it like she did not care when clearly she did.
Interesting.
I filed that away and closed the screen, then pulled up the quarterly reports I was supposed to be reviewing before my two o'clock meeting.
I made it through half a page before my door opened without a knock.
I looked up.
Alexander walked in, suit perfect as always, face calm and controlled.
"Uncle." I kept my voice neutral, pointed to the chair across from my desk. "I didn't know we had a meeting."
