The morning light spilled into Marrin's apartment, warm and steady, a sharp contrast to the stormy night before. She brewed coffee slowly, savoring the aroma — a ritual, a moment of calm before the day's calculated chaos.
Liam arrived promptly, tablet in hand. "Everything's set. Your schedules, the meeting points, the financial shifts. Derek won't know what hit him."
"Good," Marrin said, taking a measured sip. "I want precision. Subtle, elegant. Nothing messy."
He nodded. "Subtlety is your specialty."
Her eyes flicked to the window. Across the city, life continued oblivious to the careful shifts she was orchestrating. Stocks, contracts, whispers in corridors — all would bend to her will before the week was over.
By mid-morning, she was in motion. Her first stop: Derek's newest busines
