The moment Terrell’s Mercedes disappeared around the corner, Leticia and I were across the street and through the pharmaceutical building’s entrance.

We found Grandpa in the lift lobby, his face a masterpiece of controlled triumph despite the exhaustion etched around his eyes.

“Well?” I asked breathlessly as the lift doors closed behind us.

Grandpa’s weathered hands trembled slightly as he opened the leather portfolio, revealing the signed documents.

“Every single page,” he said with quiet satisfaction. “The fool signed every bloody page without so much as glancing at the content.”

Rafayel’s voice crackled through our earpieces, he’d been monitoring from his chambers. “Please tell me we have everything on record.”...