The Three People Who Once Controlled My Life
Adrian Whitlock sat near the center of the long table, leaning back with the relaxed confidence of a man who believed every room naturally belonged to him.
His charcoal suit was immaculate.
I recognized the color instantly.
Years ago, I used to press suits that shade with careful hands, believing—naively—that love could soften arrogance.
The same polished smile curved across his lips now. The one that had once disguised lies as charm.
Beside him sat Lillian Moore—once his assistant, now his partner.
Her copper hair was styled to command attention she hadn’t truly earned, and her sharp eyes scanned me carefully, like she was silently taking inventory.
Her dress was expensive.
But too precise. Too calculated.
It wasn’t fashion.
