Aiden
I stifled a yawn as I stepped out of the car, lifting a hand to signal the driver that I'd get the door myself. I'd been out all night—and most of this morning—caught up in a surprise meeting with a supplier in another country. My body felt like it was finally starting to catch up with my exhaustion.
A glance at my Rolex told me it was 11 a.m.
"You can go," I said as I started toward the house. "I'm going to shut my eyes for a bit before heading out again."
But as I reached the front door, I noticed something odd—it was already cracked open.
I pushed it gently, the hinges giving way without resistance. I wasn't alarmed; no one got through the gate without being cleared, and the last person I'd expect to be a threat was Nelly. Still, curiosity prickled under my fatigue.
I moved through the entryway, my footsteps echoing softly against the floors as I made my way toward the living room.
