Marco’s thoughts were scattered as he sat in his office, the weight of the world pressing down on him with each passing second. Every decision, every movement, now felt like a risk. He had built this empire from the ground up, fought tooth and nail for every inch of control, and now… it was slipping through his fingers. And the worst part? He didn’t know who he could trust anymore.
A knock on the door interrupted his brooding thoughts, and without waiting for permission, Marcus entered. His face was unreadable, his posture as stiff as always.
“Boss,” Marcus said, his voice low. “We’ve got a problem.”
Marco sat up straighter, his attention snapping to his right-hand man. “What kind of problem?”
“Sebastian,” Marcus replied, his gaze hardening. “We found something. We need to talk.”
Marc
