TWENTY FIVE - RYDER

Ryder Kim's decision to hire a private investigator to tail me was as ridiculous as it was irritating. The PI was so obvious, parking right outside my gated community and barely giving me a moment's head start before tailing me on the road. I couldn't help but give him a sarcastic wave in my rearview mirror, and to my annoyance, he actually waved back with a grin plastered on his face. The frustration mounted as he followed me onto the highway, bothering my clients for autographs along the way. I contemplated offering Kim a hefty sum to find someone less intrusive. The PI even had the audacity to tail me into the parking garage under my office building. I quickly warned Frank, the garage attendant, not to let the guy into the building. Frank, ever unflappable, nodded in understanding. He'd seen his fair share of odd occurrences in his decades-long tenure with the city. Instead of heading straight to the executive floor like usual, I took a moment in the lobby. The receptionist seemed s