I stood outside Coker Group, looking up at the massive building in front of me.

Coker Group.

The name alone was enough to bring back other memories I had spent years trying to bury.

But this time, I smiled.

Not because I was happy to be there. Because I knew something Mr. Coker did not.

I turned away from the building and raised my hand to stop a taxi.

The taxi pulled over, and I got inside.

“Roxelle Technologies Company,” I told the driver, giving him the address.

Roxelle was my mother's birth name. A name almost nobody knew.

A name I had discovered only after years of searching through...