Julian sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming against the polished mahogany surface as he scanned the security reports. The air in his office was thick with frustration, his patience thinning with every passing second. The betrayal ran deeper than he had anticipated, and now Emily was caught in the crossfire.
Gregor stood before him, a tablet in his hands, displaying footage from the surveillance team. “We traced a financial transaction made by Edmund’s shell company,” Gregor said, his voice measured. “It was funneled to a known fixer, someone who specializes in making people disappear.”
Julian’s hands clenched into fists. “Who is it?”
Gregor swiped the screen, pulling up a grainy image of a man in his late forties, dark suit, calculating eyes. “Laurent Devereux.”
Julian’s gaze dark
