That night, Marcus stayed at the Brooklyn hotel again. He spent hours on his laptop, researching Damien Cross. Net worth estimated at five hundred million. Real estate empire spanning three states. Reputation for ruthless business practices. Multiple lawsuits, all settled out of court. Two ex-wives, both of whom signed NDAs as part of their divorce agreements.
Marcus also looked up Cross Industries' headquarters. Fiftieth floor of a downtown skyscraper. Private elevator. Security everywhere. Meeting Damien there would mean being completely at his mercy.
Which was probably the point.
Marcus's phone buzzed. A text from Derek: "You really going to meet with Damien tomorrow?"
Marcus replied: "Yes."
"That's either brave or suicidal. Maybe both. Want some advice?"
"Always."
"Don't eat or
