"I could not sleep," Evelyn said softly, her voice breaking the heavy silence in the dark living room. "I saw the light was off, but I heard you moving around."

Julian did not look up from the small photograph resting on the glass table. He took a slow, quiet sip from his heavy whiskey glass. The ice cubes clinked softly against the side, sounding loud in the empty room.

"You do not need to worry about the company or Liam anymore," Julian said, his voice flat and deep. "He will be at the warehouse by sunrise tomorrow. He will not bother you again."

Evelyn walked across the soft rug and...