Mila was sitting cross-legged on her bed, her laptop balanced on the pillow in front of her, when Marco appeared in the doorway.
She had been tracing the money trail through shell companies for the better part of the morning, following transactions that looped through offshore accounts in patterns designed to hide their origins. The work was tedious but straightforward, the kind of thing she could do in her pajamas without needing to be fully awake.
"He wants you," Marco announced, his voice was flat and emotionless, the same tone he used for everything.
Mila glanced up from the screen and rolled her eyes.
Marco had made it clear from day one that he didn't like her, didn't trust her, and didn't think she belonged anywhere near Dante's world, but the feeling was mutual. She didn't like him all that much either.
