~Reo’s~

“They weren’t stolen. They were hidden.”

The words pollute the air like smoke.

Reo stands in the center of his glass-paneled office. His jaw is hardened and his eyes are darker than usual. His phone screen glows on the desk beside him, but he doesn’t glance at it. He is too focused on the trembling junior staffer standing by the door with a clipboard in her hand and a quivering voice.

“They were in the old archive room, sir,” she says while her eyes dart toward the elevator like she wants to vanish. “Under a broken filing cabinet. All of them—original contracts, merger drafts, the preliminary NDA for the...