ADRIAN
Adrian didn't go home. Instead, he drove. The city blurred past in streaks of gold and white beneath the midnight rain, but he barely noticed. Marcus knew all these while. Marcus had known Elena owned Carter Holdings and yet he watched him play “god”. Before the arguments. Before Vanessa. Before the affair. Before everything fell apart.
His phone buzzed. Vanessa. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again and again. Finally, Adrian pulled over and answered.
"What?"
Vanessa was silent for a moment. Then: “I think Marcus knows we're talking."
Adrian gripped the steering wheel tighter. “What happened?"
"My apartment was searched."
His pulse quickened. “What?"
"I came home and things weren't where I left them."
"Did you call the police?"
Vanessa laughed bitterly. “And tell them what?
