Marcus stared at the g*n in Damien's hand, his mind calculating angles and distances. The office was exactly as he remembered—cold, expensive, designed to intimidate. But something felt wrong. The air was too still, too quiet.
"You look surprised," Damien said, lowering the g*n slightly but not putting it away. "Did you really think I'd fall for the wire? The hidden camera in your button? Please, Marcus. I have equipment that detected your transmission the moment you entered the lobby."
Marcus felt his stomach drop. "You knew."
"Of course I knew. I've known everything from the beginning." Damien smiled that cold, predatory smile. "But I let you come anyway. Because there's someone here who wants to see you. Someone who's been very helpful in arranging this meeting."
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