MARION

Before Demetria’s arrival…

“Here, the information you needed about Mark Sullivan,” Marcel said, setting a thick manila folder on my desk as soon as he entered.

“Appreciate it, brother,” I said, leaning back in my chair, stretching slightly as I regarded him with a grin. My office at Whitfield Global still smelled faintly of new leather and oak; the renovation had only wrapped up last week.

Marcel’s gaze swept over the space, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his ...