"Harry, my man!" Marcus's booming voice echoed through the mansion foyer the next morning. "Just the person I wanted to see!"

Harry looked up from his laptop, momentarily tensing before remembering his role. He forced a smile onto his face as Marcus strode in, dressed in an expensive Italian suit that screamed new money.

"Marcus, what brings you here so early?" Harry asked, closing his laptop and standing to shake his friend's hand. The word 'friend' now felt like acid in his mind.

"Can't a ...