Williams POV
I stared at my computer screen, the numbers on the financial reports blurring together. It had been weeks since Mrs. Fairfax had disappeared, and the promised returns on the investment were nowhere to be seen. My patience had run thin, and the nagging suspicion that something was terribly wrong ate at me.
"Get Johnathan in here," I barked into the intercom.
Johnathan, my trusted assistant, entered the office, concern etched on his face. "Yes, Mr. Luther?"
"Pull up everything we have on Fairfax Estates," I demanded, my voice tight with frustration.
Johnathan nodded, quickly accessing the files. As the documents loaded, my eyes scanned the pages, searching for anything I might have missed.
"This doesn't make sense," I muttered, flipping through the papers. "Why aren't the
