The next morning arrived fast, too fast for Owen. He had spent most of the night thinking through the plan, and as soon as he was up, he checked the system for any notification, but got none. He had barely finished washing up when the doorbell chimed, and before he could even reach for the handle, the door opened smoothly.“Owen?” A man stepped in slowly. It was not the butler this time, but the man whom he had been expecting since Hudson’s departure last night.He was tall, lean, and dressed in a charcoal-gray suit that fit too well. His movements were efficient, his eyes sharp and calculating. He looked like the kind of man that billionaires would hire to walk around with them as an assistant or a protocol officer.“I’m here for your preparation,” he said calmly. “You can call me Marcus.”Owen nodded slowly. “I was expecting you. Not quite sure what I need to be prepared for, but I am ready. Talking?”Marcus allowed a faint smile. “Amon