The heavy double doors of the three largest international banks closed right in Marcus's face.

Every single bank card in his leather wallet was declined, rendering his remaining credit completely worthless. He was trapped in a dark corner with zero money, zero power, and zero friends left in the high corporate world.

Meanwhile, in a dirty, broken alley near the old train tracks, Liam sat on a cold plastic crate. His clothes were stained, his hair was messy, and his expensive shoes were covered in thick mud. He had been hiding from Julian's private security team and the federal police for two full days without proper food or clean water....