The morning sun climbed higher, casting crisp, geometric shadows across the pristine hardwood floors of the study. Exactly as scheduled, as the clock neared ten in the morning, a black sedan pulled up the gravel driveway. Several private investigators, dressed in sharp, muted suits, were escorted through the front gates by the perimeter guards.
Jillyanna met them briefly in the foyer before guiding them upstairs toward the main study, where Travis was already waiting behind his desk. Shortly after the men took their seats around the heavy oak conference table, Auntie Fei arrived, quietly serving fresh China cups of steaming green tea before bowing out and closing the heavy double doors behind her.
The lead investigator, a sharp-eyed man named Miller with graying temples, unbuttoned his jacket and opened a thick leather binder.
