Even as I say the words, I'm already planning my next moves. Dr. Leventon's betrayal was unexpected—shocking, in fact—but hardly insurmountable. Thirty years of careful cultivation taught me that everyone has a price—and everyone has secrets.
I retire to my study, closing the heavy mahogany door behind me. The familiar scent of leather-bound books and expensive candles does little to calm my racing thoughts. I pour myself three fingers of Macallan 25 and settle into my chair, staring out at the gardens where dusk is painting everything in shades of purple and gold.
