Claire’s face lit up with relief the moment she heard Marcus’ words. “For a moment… I thought we were abandoned,” she said, letting out a shaky breath. “I couldn’t reach anyone again and I thought—”

“But…”

Marcus cut her off. Claire’s brows furrowed slightly, but she forced a bright smile. “But what, Mr. Marcus?” she asked quickly. “We are willing to do anything.” She glanced at Richard, still bound to the chair. “Don’t mind the atmosphere,” she added hastily. “It’s just… a little misunderstanding.” Her voice softened.

“We’ve done so much for the organization. We’ve always been loyal. We’re ready to do even more to fix this.”

Marcus said nothing,...