(Joseph POV)
The message arrived at 6:12 a.m.
I knew it wasn't good before I even opened it.
Gregory never messaged that early unless something had already crossed the line from concerning to actionable. I was still standing by the window of my hotel room, Paris washed pale and gray in the early morning light, when my phone vibrated in my hand.
Gregory:
We have confirmation. A formal inquiry has been opened.
I read the line twice.
Then a third time.
My jaw tightened as I typed back.
Me:
Against who.
The reply came almost instantly.
Gregory:
Yvette.
The city outside suddenly felt too quiet.
I dragged a hand through my hair and forced myself to breathe, slow and controlled, the way I had learned to do in boardrooms and crisis rooms alike.
Me:
On what grounds.
There was a pause this time.
Long enough to tell me the answer wouldn't be simple.
Gregory:
