GREGORY MARKS POV
I arrived at work early the next day as the morning sun filtered through the blinds of my office, casting narrow strips of light across the room. The silence was interrupted by the sharp ring of my phone, a signal of something significant. I picked up the receiver with a practiced calm, knowing that in the world of politics and business, every call could bring crucial information.
"Gregory Marks," I said, my voice steady and authoritative.
On the other end was Whitney, my reliable aide. Her voice was crisp and professional, carrying a note of urgency. "Mr. Marks, I have an update for you regarding the men who met with Milan Edin."
I leaned back in my chair, the initial curiosity turning into sharp focus. "Go ahead."
"There's a development," Whitney said, "The men who were seen with Milan Edin have been identified. It turns out that one of them is Maximillian Theo, the head of security for Armand Inc."
