Tranquil Touch was a haven of muted elegance, its lobby awash in the soothing scents of lavender, the air humming with delicate instrumental melodies that seemed to weave calm into the very walls.
Helena stepped through the entrance, her heels clicking softly on the polished bamboo floor, the weight of her mission at the Hospital clinging to her like a second skin. Agent Vaughn's call that morning had been the spark she needed, the Federal Healthcare Compliance Agency was moving forward, the stolen files, proof of Devon
money laundering and fraud, now under scrutiny, the gears of justice grinding closer to his downfall.
A rare sense of triumph warmed her as she followed the receptionist to a private room, the door closing with a whisper, sealing her in a cocoon of dim light and quiet promise.
