Victor stumbled out of Grayson's office, his hands clammy and his breath ragged. The weight of his potential misstep hung heavy, each step a potential death sentence. The rules had shifted since he last played this dangerous game, and the stakes were higher than ever.
With an enigmatic look, Grayson turned to face Clara and Sarah. "I want to know everything that Victor and Richards do together. Keep tabs on his whereabouts, bug his phone, and tell me if he sneezes in the wrong place.
Clara nodded while furiously typing on her tablet. "We'll always be watching him."
Sarah grinned. If he tries to outsmart us, what then?
With a threatening sparkle in his eye, Grayson leaned against his desk. "We then reminded him of the person he was interacting with."
At that moment, a fresh warning bee
