(Author’s POV)
After getting the orders from Owen, his men infiltrated the college. Under the guise of tech auditors, they installed silent surveillance access points, cross-checked attendance logs, digital access records, and CCTV footage. Their target, anyone who seemed unusually interested in Aurora…or Ian.
Two days later, one name kept popping up in subtle patterns, Natasha, second-year student. Smart, polished, always in the right places, always nearby but never too close.
That afternoon, Owen was leaning back in his chair, files scattered across his desk, until his phone buzzed. He swiped it.
“Sir,” His man said.
“We found the link. The student’s name is Natash. She has direct ties to Marcus Vale through her father. He’s a longtime associate and family friend” Owen’s face dark
