Marcus's POV
I slid into the plush leather seat of my car, the soft glow of the dashboard lights illuminating my face. My driver, a stoic man with a perpetual scowl, greeted me with a nod before pulling out of the driveway. "Where to, sir?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
"Charmaine's place," I replied, my eyes narrowing in thought. I had already sent some spies to check if she was alone in the house, and the report had come back positive. She was alone, and that's exactly how I wanted it. I didn't need anyone confusing my plan, anyone who might try to intervene or persuade Charmaine to see things differently.
The drive was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the engine and the occasional passing car. I used the time to gather my thoughts, to think about what I would say to Cha
