Marcus's POV
My fingers tightened around the tablet's edge until my knuckles blanched white. As if I needed the reminder._
"I'm well aware of the risks, Peter," I replied, my voice colder than I intended.
"With all due respect, sir..." Peter hesitated, choosing his words carefully.
"You've made many enemies in Europe. Doyle might be weakened, but others would gladly take his place.
They're watching your movements closely."
I didn't respond, instead tapping the screen to replay Anna's interview. Each time 1 watched, I noticed something new—the slight tremble in her fingers when she mentioned legal action, the barely perceptible way she shifted her weight to ease the pressure on her lower back.
"That's enough." I cut Peter off before he could continue his unnecessary warnings. "Have you finished your report?"
Relief flickered across his face. "I'm pleased you're maintaining perspective, sir. I was concerned I might need to physically restrain you from boarding a plane."
