Lily's point of view

Looking at my laptop screen and the report I had opened up for the fiftieth time, I sat at my desk in the office Marcus had so kindly "provided" in his protected property. As my mind raced and the knot in my stomach tightened, the shimmering words became hazy.

Grayson Logistics. I was right in the heart of a disastrous situation that threatened to topple the firm I had worked so hard to advance in.

Although the report was encrypted, I was still able to access it. References to "Specter" and "the Syndicate" were buried deep in the financial data that I had spent the night...