By seven the next morning, Marcus was already awake.He stood in front of the kitchen window with a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the city slowly come alive. Cars filled the roads, people hurried toward offices, and delivery trucks moved between buildings as another ordinary day began.For Marcus, it was anything but ordinary.On the dining table sat three things: his laptop, a folder containing Sterling Retail Group's financial records, and the envelope from the previous night.He had barely slept.Not because of the attack.Because of the stranger Damien had met.The man who made sure Marcus survived the storm.Marcus couldn't get the sentence out of his head.Someone had known.Someone had watched.And somehow, that person had known what would happen to him before Marcus himself did."You're up early."Marcus turned.Evelyn stood in the doorway wearing a loose cream sweater and jeans. Her hair was tied carelessly behind her head, and she looked nothing like the polished finan