Adrian

The opening of the D.C. hospital branch was overly formal, with people too eager to make themselves known. The kind of gathering where deals were made over half-filled wine glasses and fake smiles. I wasn’t in the mood, but then again, who ever was? It was just part of the game, and I’d been playing for years.  

I spotted Davis almost immediately as I walked in. He wasn’t hard to miss, the man had a presence, as usual. He was dressed perfectly, as if every detail had been meticulously calculated, from his suit to the way he carried himself. And that smile, charming but with just enough edge to...