"I need you to look into two things," I told my assistant. "First, everything there is to know about Genevieve Fox's background. Second, Bruno Henson's financial activity over the past three months."
My assistant agreed immediately.
I sat in the living room, staring at the written pledge he'd left on the coffee table. The handwriting was neat, every promise laid out in meticulous detail. I didn't even have the desire to read it.
Over the next three days, Bruno didn't come to my apartment again. He simply sent one message every morning and one every evening, each a brief report of his schedule and whereabouts.
I didn't reply to a single one. He didn't push for more.
On the afternoon of the third day, I was reviewing project files in my office when someone knocked.
"Come in."
Bruno pushed open the door and walked in, a document in hand. He held it out to me.
"Agatha, take a look."
"It's a copy of Genevieve's resignation letter. I already approved it."
I glanced at the page. Genevieve's signature sat at the bottom, dated yesterday. The approval line bore Bruno's signature alongside the official stamp from Henson Group's HR department.