In a dimly lit office, the woman with one eye leaned back in her chair, her face partially hidden in the shadows.
Across from her sat Marcus, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as he leaned forward. He placed a stack of documents on the desk between them.
“It’s all in here,” Marcus said, his voice low and measured.
“Every piece of evidence you asked for. Richard Dowell is the real CEO of the company, not someone else as it was announced. That guy really knows how to play his game. I must accord him some respect.” Marcus said, chuckling slightly.
The woman’s lips curled into a slow smirk. “I knew it. That man is far too cunning to relinquish control. You’ve done well, Marcus. And the wife? What’s her name?”
“April Harrington,” Marcus replied, his tone neutral.
“She comes from a… c
