Silas sat behind the massive oak desk in his private office on the top floor of Vane International. Papers and tablets lay scattered across the surface, but his attention was fixed on the tablet in his hand.
Lena stood rigidly in front of the desk, tablet in hand, her usual efficient composure slightly strained.
"Repeat that," Silas said, his voice unusually calm.
Lena cleared her throat. "Leon met with Santiago twice in the past few days, sir. First at the café near the restaurant, then yesterday at the riverside park and a bookstore. They spent nearly three hours together on the second meeting. Security footage and audio confirm they had long exchanged numbers and made plans for another outing next week."
Silas slowly set the tablet down. His fingers drummed once on the desk. "Three hours. And what exactly were they discussing during these little dates?"
