The next morning, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Adam standing there, holding two coffees and a photo.
“Morning,” he said. “Thought you should see this.”
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He handed me the picture. It was glossy, clearly old, taken on a yacht the size of a small island. Adam stood beside a man I immediately recognized, one of the richest businessmen in the country. Gregory is the CEO of a global logistics empire.
Adam looked younger, his hair longer, but it was unmistakably him.
My mouth went dry, and my stomach flipped so hard I nearly dropped the cup. “What does this mean?” I demanded, my voice shaking.
