Amelia's POV
The person in handcuffs wasn't a stranger.
It was Marcus, one of Adrian's assistants. The quiet one who'd been helping with production schedules and factory coordination for weeks.
I'd seen him dozens of times. Never thought twice about him.
And now he was standing in Alexander's office, caught red-handed trying to steal my designs.
"Marcus?" Adrian looked genuinely shocked. "What the hell were you doing?"
Marcus didn't answer. Just stared at the floor, his face pale.
Alexander circled him slowly, like a predator sizing up prey. "Who are you working for?"
Silence.
"I asked you a question." Alexander's voice was deadly calm. "Who sent you?"
"I want a lawyer," Marcus muttered.
"You'll get one. After you answer me." Alexander pulled out his phone, showing Marcus someth
