Mark pulled the car to a stop outside the Vance mansion, a cold sweat slicking his forehead. He could feel the air in the vehicle thickening, turning heavy and suffocating. He had committed the ultimate sin; he had kept Lowin Vance waiting.
The rear door flew open with a harsh, violent click. Lowin stood framed in the morning light, his chiseled face carved from stone as he gently set Amilah's packed breakfast container onto the leather back seat.
He pinned his right hand man with a dark, piercing gaze. "Need some fresh military training, Mark?"
"No, boss... I'm good," Mark stammered, his voice trembling. The mere mention of training sent a jolt of terror through him. Training under Lowin wasn't education; it was a descent into hellfire, a brutal breaking of the will that left a man sha
