Ethan stared at the empty file cabinet, a cold knot forming in his stomach. Important client files. Gone. Not misfiled, not misplaced. Gone. Vanished into thin air as if they’d never existed.

He’d arrived early, eager to review the security protocols for an upcoming executive protection detail – a fairly straightforward assignment protecting the CEO of a pharmaceutical company from disgruntled shareholders. He needed a win, something to counteract the lingering awkwardness after the gala "accident" and the unsettlingly enthusiastic way Anya had explained why the stalker was now recovering in a private (and very expensive) clinic specializing in… therapeutic massages.