Chapter 22: The GhostIt was the annual corporate charity gala, an event Leo usually dominated. But tonight, he was on edge, his smiles too sharp, his laughter a beat too late. Elara watched him, the decoding skills she’d honed now a permanent lens. She saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes scanned the room a little too often.The trigger arrived in the form of an older, silver-haired man from the acquisitions department—a man named David Croft.“Leo Kingston!” David boomed, clapping a heavy hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Still taking no prisoners, I see. Just like your old man.