Anderson

How could David make such a mistake? Forgetting my suitcase on a business trip this important? The man was reliable 99% of the time, but of course, it was the 1% that always seemed to matter the most.

I sighed, staring out of the window of the taxi that had picked me up from the airport in Rome. As if leaving the suitcase behind wasn’t bad enough, I’d just realized that the main event wasn’t even in Rome. It was in Florence.

Fluorescence?  No, Florence. Whatever.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, groaning softly. 

“This is why I should have double-checked the details myself,” I muttered.

The driver...