Chapter 45

Bradwell Enterprises – Office Building, Third Floor

Marina was still holding her breath, her body pressed tightly against the cold metal of a filing cabinet. The man sitting at the desk was calm, suspiciously calm, as if he was the owner of the place. His fingers tapped professionally on the keyboard, the sound echoing in the otherwise... silent room.

"Marcus," Marina whispered into her earpiece, her voice was almost inaudible. "Who the heck is he?"

Marcus's voice came back. "Stay hidden. I am cross-referencing his image with our database."

Marina peered carefully around the cabinet. The man was middle-aged, with neatly styled gray hair and intricate features. His suit looked expensive, tailored perfectly to fit him. There was an aura of authority he carried around him that gave her goosebumps.