RAVENNA POV

The room was empty.

Good thing, too.

I moved around with my cloth, cleaning surfaces that didn't even need cleaning, my eyes more on the laptop left open on Antonio's desk than on the actual work I was supposed to be doing. He had stepped out only minutes ago — something about a call he needed to take in private. That left me with a window. A small one, but enough.

My hands shook slightly as I approached the desk.

What was I even looking for? I didn't know exactly. Anything. Something I could twist into a story, something that would look bad enough when stripped of context...