Louis Grant sat in his office, the weight of his worry etched across his sharp features. The sleek space was silent except for the faint sound of tapping fingers against the desk as he combed through reports his team had gathered. Yet, no matter how much information they pulled up about Daisy’s activities, nothing could explain her recent moments of unease.

His phone buzzed, breaking his focus. He picked it up and saw the name he had least expected: Ezekiel Chen.

“What do you want?” Louis answered curtly.

“I want the same thing you do,” Ezekiel’s calm, almost cold voice replied. “Answers about Daisy.”

Louis leaned back in his chair,...