The billionaire asked the woman with a bucket and mop to come in for a conversation. Three days later, he disappeared without a trace.
They lay in the very bottom drawer of the desk—hidden under a stack of old folders, wedged between a worn leather notebook and a pen he hadn’t used in ten years. Like dust. Like a time capsule, holding the breath of another era. Outside, snow was falling—quiet, indifferent. The city was silent. The phone, too. … Read more