Adrian POV
War rarely announces itself.
It begins quietly.
Small movements. Subtle questions. Money changing hands where it shouldn’t.
Most people only notice a war when the damage becomes visible.
By then, it’s already too late.
I’m reviewing quarterly projections when Damian walks into my office with the look of someone who has just found something unpleasant.
He closes the door behind him.
“That didn’t take long,” he says.
I don’t look up from the report.
“What didn’t?”
“Marcus responding.”
Now I look at him.
“What did he do?”
Damian sets a folder on my desk.
“Private investigators.”
My attention sharpens immediately.
“How many?”
“Three firms so far.”
“Targets?”
“That’s the interesting part.”
He opens the folder and slides several documents toward me.
Financial rec
