JOSEF
“Report,” I said, stepping onto the private elevator.
I was fucking exhausted.
I’d been sitting on that goddamn background check for two days now, and I still couldn’t bring myself to read the whole thing.
Fuck.
Mario joined me inside the elevator, having already notified me that Meredith returned home about an hour ago.
He’d been stationed in the lobby at the elevator entrance, and no one could enter or leave without him knowing it.
Of course, we had state-of-the-art tech, cameras, locks with biometrics on every door and window of the building, my home, especially.
“I drove Mrs. Aziz back and escorted her to the condo, texting you right after she was safely ensconced inside. She has not ordered dinner, and she has not left the premises.”
“Good,” I replied.
Anxiety and nerves wrestled for dominance, and I fidgeted with my sleeve before I caught myself.
Fuck.
I didn’t fidget.
I was Josef Aziz.
President of Sigma International Security.