"Mr. Thorne will be at the Apex Capital meeting tomorrow at 2 PM."
Aria's fingers froze over her keyboard. She'd been monitoring Marcus's calendar through the security backdoor she'd installed. The meeting had just been added.
Apex Capital. A venture firm Marcus had been negotiating with for weeks about a major technology acquisition.
But something felt wrong.
She pulled up everything she could find on Apex Capital. The company was legitimate. Established. Well-funded.
But the meeting location wasn't their usual office.
It was a private club in Midtown. One with minimal security and perfect for an ambush.
Aria's stomach dropped.
She cross-referenced the club's ownership. Traced it through three shell companies. And found the connection.
The same offshore accounts that had funded the parking garage assassins.
This wasn't a business meeting.
It was a trap.
And Marcus was walking straight into it.
Aria grabbed her phone. Started to call him. Then stopped.
