MARCUS
I walked out of the boardroom feeling like I had unlocked something. I finally met him today; I had to meet him, see him, feel his aura. I’d been observing him from afar, of course.
But seeing someone from afar, no matter how imposing, was not the same as standing in the same room with them, breathing the same air... it made a lot of difference. I didn’t do rumors or secondhand impressions too well. I dealt better in realities. And reality, I decided, required me to face him directly at least once before I made my next move.
Curiosity had been gnawing at me. What kind of man was Alexander Blackwell, really? Everyone spoke of him... his intellect, his ruthless efficiency, his control over the Crescent Pack, the company, the entire territory he moved in. And I had seen glimpses of
