Chapter fourty seven

Kathrine, her tired eyes now burning with determination, focused on the computer with renewed intensity. She knew that her boss, Marcus, would not settle for anything less than perfection, and she was not about to disappoint.

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, the click-clack of the keys punctuating the silence as she searched for any information that could shed light on the elusive Johnson. The cursor blinked on the screen, a silent reminder of the importance of her task.

Amayah, shrouded in the steam of the bathroom, remained still, her ears pricked for any sign of movement. She had heard the unmistakable voice of Marcus, but then she believed bunke he was meant to be dead due to several gunshots she heard.

Amayah crept out from her sanctuary, her steps barely audible as she made her way through the hall, her breath held in anticipation. As she reached the living area, she exhaled a long, slow sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly at the realization that Marcus was nowhere to