Damien POV
The dining hall was too quiet.
I stood in the doorway, my eyes immediately finding Rachel seated at the table, phone clutched in trembling hands—Leo beside her with a curious expression. Mark stood at attention nearby, his posture rigid with tension.
Rachel looked up, and the fear in her eyes made something cold and sharp twist in my chest.
"What did he say?" I asked, keeping my voice low and controlled.
Her throat worked as she swallowed. "My brother… he wants to meet you. My boyfriend." The word sounded foreign coming from her lips. "Saturday. 1 PM. Public place. Or he's calling the police."
Before I could respond, Vance entered quietly from behind me, iPad in hand, already analysing the problem.
"Sir," he said calmly, "I've reviewed the situation. Marcus has made multi
