Calvin’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade drawn in the dark.

“I want a full background check on Anthony Curtis. His company. The employees under his direct command. And find out whether Cleopatra works for him.”

There was no room for negotiation in his tone, only cold intent.

On the other end of the line, Davin straightened instinctively. “Understood, sir.”

“I need the results within three days.” Calvin turned slightly toward the window, gaze distant, calculating. “No delays.”

“I’ll have everything on your desk as soon as possible, sir.”

The call ended.

Silence lingered for half a breath.

A soft knock.

“Sir, your coffee.” Lara’s gentle voice drifted...