Viktor’s POV.
The office was quiet, but my head was not.
I sat behind the desk with the same files open in front of me for over an hour. Reports. Account numbers. Names of men who worked under Antonio Chris. Every page showed the same problem.
His network was still strong. His money was still moving. And as long as that continued, our own operations stayed under pressure.
I closed the folder and leaned back in the chair. My shoulders felt tight. Sleep had been short for days. Too many decisions ti make and too many people watching for a single mistake. In this business, one wrong step could cost more than money.
A soft knock sounded on the door.
“Come in.”
Jessie stepped inside holding a tablet. She kept her voice calm and clear, the way she always did when the news was important..
