Marcus point of view

Tonight, the walls of my office were oppressive. All they did now was make fun of me, even though they were lined with the mementos of my previous triumphs—awards, plaques, and pictures from well planned transactions. None of them could fill the emptiness she left behind, much less restore order to the chaos whirling around me.

Lily.

I put a palm to my face and sat back in my chair. Now that she is here, near enough to touch, but farther away than before, her visage still plagued me.

But if I couldn't prevent this pack from collapsing under the weight of corruption, then none of...