The private meeting happened three nights later in a place Caro had never seen before.
The message Peter sent that afternoon contained only an address and a time. No explanation. No greeting. No warning. By the time her driver stopped outside the secluded lake house hidden beyond the city outskirts, dusk had already swallowed most of the road behind her. Rain clouds hung low across the darkening sky, heavy enough to threaten another storm, while cold wind moved through the trees surrounding the property with a restless sound that made the silence feel alive.
Caro stepped out of the car slowly, her pulse already unsteady before she even reached the front door. The house stood isolated beside the water, modern glass walls reflecting the fading light across the lake in fractured silver lines. No security staff waited outside. No assistants. No cameras visible from the entrance. The entire place felt deliberately stripped of witnesses.
Exactly like Peter wanted.
