Marcus stood still, his eyes were locked on the screen.
The masked ID was no longer hidden, the system had cleared just enough.
Enough to hurt.
Enough to break something or someone.
Yvonne watched him closely.
She had never seen Marcus like this.
He was not confused, he was not angry but he was just too quiet.
“Say it,” Adrian said softly.
Marcus did not move.
His jaw clenched.
Then slowly, he spoke.
“Victor.”
The room was quiet.
Some officers looked at each other.
Some froze.
Some refused to react because that name did not fit.
Victor was not just anyone.
He was the assistant head of security.
Marcus’s right hand.
The man who built half the system with him, the man who stood beside him for years.
Yvonne felt the weight of it settle in her chest.
“That is not possible
