Chapter 4

The knock on my apartment door came at 8:17 PM, just as I was reviewing supplier documents. I wasn't expecting anyone. Through the peephole, I saw Travis standing in the hallway, his usually perfect appearance disheveled. My heart stuttered despite myself.

I opened the door but didn't invite him in. "What are you doing here?"

Travis looked different—desperate, almost hollow. "Can I come in? Please?"

I stepped aside reluctantly. He entered my small temporary apartment, his eyes darting around the sparse furnishings before landing on the open laptop displaying Morrison Textiles' logo.

"You're working for them now," he said, his…